I’ve always thought I was born into the wrong era. I’m not all about the girl-power or bra burning. I guess I do take the rights and place in society that I enjoy for granted, though, so my impressions are tinged by the fact I’ve never known what it means to not be able to vote, or hold certain positions.
Today was a good day. The type of day that I’ve always imagined is what a housewife is supposed to have. I woke up and had coffee and hung out with the little one, and shortly after, Adeline joined us. We had breakfast and got dressed for the day-make up and all. I even put product in my hair. We had lunch, then nap and took a walk around the neighborhood. Jake came home and played with the kids, and I made dinner-which is where things all kind of fell apart.
The recipe I chose for tonight was possibly too ambitious. I under estimated the time it would take me to get it ready by about 40 minutes. Jake was trying to keep both kids entertained while I burned the bread, and Adeline probably ate about two bites before she just totally fell apart. It took a piece of garlic bread to the forehead for me to call an end to the meal.
My dreams of the Perfect Housewife’s Day crashed the rest of the way down when Jake stepped in and took over the kitchen clean-up to give me a chance to sit down and decompress.
I know why I have this desire to run everything perfectly. Jake works hard so that I can be a stay-at-home-mom, so I feel like I owe it to him to let him come home to a clean house, and to handle the cooking and cleaning. Honestly, compared to what he does all day, my days are a walk in the park (often literally!). There are days that I have to ask for help, and those days I feel like I have failed somehow.
I’m getting better though. And doing this gives me a sense of accomplishment, which can be hard to come by with us stay-at-home types.
If I keep up on the path I’m on though, I’ll have earned myself a string of pearls.
News of the day: Lucy rolled over!