My mom's lucky number is 3. As I sat in front of the laptop, I took that as a sign to begin typing.
What prompted me to write is that I actually made up a recipe today. Yes, from scratch, from things in my fridge/pantry. And it tastes good! And I've done 2 loads of laundry and put clean sheets on the bed. And I found a new recipe for curried cauliflower and chickpeas that I'm excited to make.
And......I'm happy about it. I feel like Martha would welcome me to lunch with her and sip iced tea on her patio.
Does it really take this long for someone to get used to being At Home? And to like it?
Seriously, for years I've looked at friends and thought they were crazy, drugged, or had so much money they just didn't care that they weren't "working." I could not figure out why they enjoyed themselves. (Now, mind you they were also past the toddler stage in parenting.) Every time I was "at home" I was thinking about how much it sucked, how I got no credit for all the shit I did, why it was depressing to wear jeans and sweats every day, mourn the loss of my clothes in the dry cleaning pile, and what my next move was to get my real career going.
Yes, I've gone soft. I've caved. All my education just decorating the wall of our playroom.
But at least for today, I feel in front of the 8 ball, I feel rewarded for all the shit I do around here. Like maybe all I needed is just to be proud of doing a good job on just a few things, not the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious job on every single thing on my radar.
Oh good....now would you look at that.... I only have 68 minutes until happy hour.
Please don't wait 6 weeks between posts again. You're funny - you need to write MORE, not less.
PS: I've never been used to just being at home. Stay at Home Mothering ADD? It's why I'm always out and about.
Posted by: Esbee | Tuesday, March 10, 2009 at 19:23