Before I was married, I had visions of myself morphing into this “Domestic Goddess” the day that I said “I Do”. The picture of perfection; working hard during the day, only to come home and tidy up the house while my delicious dinner is simmering on the stove. About 15 minutes before my husband comes home, I would put on a little lipstick and welcome him at the door with a kiss and warm greeting.
I was just a little off track. I wouldn’t call myself the “picture of perfection”, more like an average 23 year old, only I have cellulite and some funky hormonal breakout that won’t go away. After a hard day at work, I arrive home only to hop in my pajamas, take off my makeup and turn on the television, in the midst of dishes that need to be loaded, and clothes that need to be folded. When Trei walks in the door – I get up, kiss him and ask “So, what’s for dinner?”
Yes, I know, FAR from “Domestic Goddess”. I’m a failure…..Ha, just kidding. What was I thinking? I don’t think I knew how hard it would be to come home at night, after a 10+ hour day and be motivated to cook, clean and be merry! In a perfect world, I could probably wear that hat – and I’m sure there are hundreds of woman who take on all this responsibility and look flawless while they’re at it - but I just don’t think I’m one of those woman! Atleast for now. One day, when I’m not working a full-time job, I will embrace the role of “Domestic Goddess” with enthusiasm – and the day that I do, you’ll be the first to know!
I’m sure Trei will be shouting it from the rooftops too J