domestic goddess

domestic goddess.

that is what my family has called me since forever.

because i do things like bake bread, cookies, and casseroles.

and enjoy it.
i baked these beauties last night.

i love warm bread.

i must confess,

i grew up feeling embarrassed about enjoying these things.

i was making dinner for my parents and stepsister one night and told my stepsister,

"i can't wait to have a family and make dinner for them every night."

she almost died right on the spot.

i really meant it though!

even though it's exhausting some nights,

i really do love making dinner for my family.

for the first time i'm finally holding my head high as i say this.

my parents were from the hippie generation.

they are amazing people.

beatle loving people.

they have great family values,

but they weren't exactly the generation that was all about

baking bread and casseroles,

if you get ma' drift.

it still feels NOT politically correct to say,

"i'm a homemaker, and i love it."

gasp!

what did that woman say?

did she really admit that she chooses to stay with her children and take care of her home?

"oh, she must have not had enough will power to really make it."

i graduated with my bachelor's degree in elementary education,

and taught school for two years.

i've heard some say,

"what a waste of an education."

to that i say,

no sir!

i am proud of the things that i do everyday.

i have a great sense of accomplishment as i cultivate new skills.

i use my degree every moment,

and am currently working on my master's

in

motherhood;-)

i don't mind doing laundry.

it's so refreshing.

(sandma is rolling her eyes right now;-)

"oh, give it a few years honey, a few more kids, and a few more loads a day."

ok, maybe so, but why not enjoy it now?

i love cooking.

i love baking homemade bread.

the steam that rises off when you cut the first slice.

the melty butter i smear on it.

mmmmm.

i love baking cookies.

they are famous cookies.

i love playing with brennan.

i love putting lotion on his fatty rolls.

i love kissing his chunky cheeks.

i don't love cleaning the bathroom.

or emptying the garbage.

thank you my love for doing these things more often than not.

i love seeing vacuum lines in my carpet.

i love a made bed.

this is amazing that i am saying this b/c i have just recently come to love this.

tangent: i have to get into a made bed to go to sleep, but i never used to make it until just before i got into it. this drove sean crazy. we agreed that if he would soak his dishes i would make the bed. it's been a great compromise.

i love my job.

i love homemaking.

that may sound too 1950's,

but the today show says that with the obama's in the white house, family values & homemaking are supposed to be more popular now;-)

like 50 cent,

or something.

on saturday i learned that jumping off of a diving board is good for the soul.

do it three times in a row.

oh, and the verdict is still out on my sewing abilities...

i have three lovely aprons waiting to be made.

i will get to you, i will.