What do you do?

When you meet new people, they always ask you, "What do you do?"

What do I do?

Thankfully, I can say that I teach a World Religions class at a University. That sounds really good and then they don't ask any more questions.

But, I only teach that once in a while - so - What do I do?

I'm always wildly busy. Doing what?

I will soon have 9 grandchildren 4 and under and I'm determined to have a spectacular relationship with each one. Does that count?

I visit and oversee the care of my father each day. I buy bananas, talk to nurses, pay his bills and govern his accounts. Does that count?

And, we own a house. Two houses. Someone is supposed to clean and decorate and weed those. Does that count?

I'm also trying to record my ancestors data. Really, we have more ancestors than most people. It's disgusting - and, completely overwhelming.

Right now I have 5-6 church callings. Does that count?

Plus, I'm a wife. That really should be at the top of the list. But I don't feed my husband, so I can't count that much. But I do fold his clothes. And once in a while we have fun togther.

And once in a while I wildly induge in painting something, or thinking of other ways to create.

And there is the time I waste on the internet reading crazy things my friends send to me that I seldom pass on. That probably doesn't count.

And the news. I watch that in the kitchen. But lately it's been so intense that I hang around in the kitchen too much. I'm learning.

Then there is the exercising I'm supposed to be doing so that I don't completely fall apart before I'm 60. Ouch!

That's about it. Good thing I don't often have to explain what I do. I usually just say, "What DO I do?" when asked what else I do beside teach.

Life was so simple when it was OK to still be a homemaker after your kids moved out.