Originally posted on 11/21/06 at keeping feet

I've been domesticated.
Not entirely, I suppose- I still work outside the home- but I've begun to feel the reality of housekeeping. It's not all bad, actually. I've acquired a newfound hobby in cooking, and cleaning, in a way, I see as an act of service to my husband and responsibility to my guests (No one wants to visit a cluttered house!) Glasses and clothes left around the house now bother me to no end, and piled dishes or laundry make me feel like I'm failing in my pursuit. I do my best to keep up.

I will admit, while washing dishes at 10:30 last night, after returning from a late-night Meijer run and putting away the groceries, I was not as joyful about keeping house as I've been. It was somewhat more discouraging because I knew the reason I was cleaning these dishes last night rather than a more acceptable hour was so I could mess them up again tonight- I planned on cooking dinner for three then three apple pies (The apple pies will still get cooked. Two of the three who were to eat dinner are now eating out, so I'm off the hook there.) It's a never ending cycle I suppose I'll get used to and accept at some point.

I was called 'industrious' today. I'm off to live up to it. I'll let you know how the apple pies go- making a pie's easy (... as pie?), making the crust is what I'm worried about. It'll be an adventure!

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