Proverbial foolish women. Now there’s an attention getting topic for Monday morning.  This has been on my heart and mind for a couple of weeks now (or longer) and I think I finally figured out what I need to say.  At least the first part.

I don’t want to be just a Proverbs woman.  I want to be a Proverbs 31 woman.  Not the ladies who sell those really cute purses and bags (edited: hey, I sell those bags – here’s the link to MY thirtyone portal).  I’m talking about the verses in the bible that describe the ultimate woman.  Proverbs 31:10-34.  Go look, I’ll wait.

That woman rocks.  She has a clean house, she runs a business, she had house servants,  her kids love her, her husband loves her.  That woman has got it all going on!  She’s famous for being this perfect unattainable model of womanhood.  There are dozens of bible studies written on her.  I can’t imagine what kind of pins she’d put on Pinterest, but they’d be pretty freaking amazing.

But sometimes I worry that I’m that OTHER Proverbs woman.  

Menu Monday? Pantry Menu? What was I thinking? What insane woman has her menu planned out early enough in the week to be able to post it on a blog early on a Monday.  (If you do, I’m impressed).  I confess that last Monday, when I was scrambling to come up with a weeks worth of lunch ideas at six am, I was complaining and whining and grumbling.  I’m not a morning person and I was NOT a happy princess.  (this week’s post was actually written on Friday to help prevent my monday morning murmurings).

But it was no whining week (which has evolved into no-whining month I suspect).  So I did it anyway.

And you know what, it was a blessing.  Don’t you just love that?