I am not domestic. Not by ANY stretch of the imagination would I consider myself anywhere near any variation of the word domestic.
I don’t really like to cook.. I SUCK at baking (ie: my brownies could usually chip a tooth), I loathe cleaning.. gardening makes my skin crawl..
If I were married back in the 50’s, i’d be considered a waste of a woman and end up a lonely old spinster with 57 cats and a complex.
Guess you could call Thomas lucky in that regardless of how much I dislike all of those things, I still do them because I know it’s necessary. Do I do them with a smile on my face? Oh hell no, but shit gets done.
Since we moved into this house, I have been on a crazy domestic frenzy. Everything has to be clean, the dishes have to be done, we have to cook at least 5 nights a week (more to save money then out of want). I realized a few weeks ago that i’ve been preggo since before I moved into this house.. so perhaps the wacky Stepford-ish change i’ve been going through is some early intense form of nesting.
Not ONCE did I nest with Holden. Once I got put on “bed rest” (that I didn’t really follow but used as an excuse), everything went by the wayside. Holden’s room wasn’t even done until probably a few weeks before I squeezed him out of me. There were still balls of cat hair rolling down the hallways like tumbleweeds in the desert (gross, I know). I just don’t think I could find any motivation to get off my fat pregnant ass and do it.
I know i’ve said a million times how different this pregnancy is, and I think every day it just gets proven to me more and more.
Here I am tonight,after HOURS or cleaning today (and making Thomas clean), baking brownies.. for the second time in a week. The madness needs to end! Not only for my sanity’s sake (and possible my back), but my body’s. All these brownies.. all this baking and cooking.. I fear my next OB appointment, that step onto the scale.. i’ll be covering my eyes and praying for a miracle.
Best compliment you can give me is to tell me you hope your future kids turn out like mine. I mean, you're lying, but it's a nice compliment
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