There are some days when I am really very good at being domestic. I get up early, do chores like laundry or dishwasher-unloading, cook something, and all while having music playing in the background and scented candles burning. And then there are days where all I want to do is watch reruns of whatever Housewives series is playing on Bravo while huddled under an afghan on the sofa. Today is a mix of one of those days. Mostly because I can't find anything I want to watch on television.
When I lived alone, lazy days were nothing. Being married, I now feel the need to err on the side of domesticity. And when I don't reach domestic goddess status on a day off (especially on a day the hubby is working), I feel guilty. I always have big plans. Cakes I can bake. Soups I can make. Rooms I can clean. Stacks I can organize.
Today I have: 1) cleaned up the breakfast dishes (from a breakfast the hubby cooked before work) and 2) unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. And it is 2:00 in the afternoon. There is a whole list of things I also need to do today, but instead I sit playing with photo effects on Picasa and catching up on months' worth of blog reading.
I am not a domestic goddess role model today. Martha would be very disappointed in me.