I have been flipping through some “Modern” housewife type books off and on lately. They intrigue me. What more could I want than a happy family and a clean home? I sit here-having served my mother Easter leftovers and broccoli for dinner. I have yet to scrounge anything for myself. Denise asked what happened to my planning of meals and follow through. I suppose that was a not so subtle hint that somewhere between my perfect housewife dreams and my current reality-I have failed.
It isn’t just because of the new baby in the house. She is a mess maker to be sure-there is bedding and timothy hay spread from one end of the house to the other. Somehow during the fall and winter-my schedule went wild and I have failed to control it. Yes, I could count up the list-Mama, trips, grief, snow, long hours at work. None of that really explains the winter hibernation. I wish I could say winter was over, but it is to snow again tonight. The new baby makes me laugh though and I had forgotten it…it sort of startled me when I held her and giggled.
Spring is a good thing and I will make it a good thing. I need clean house of bad habits and get my day organized again. I am happier with an organized day. I won’t ever make a perfect housewife-but of course I am not a wife nor does anyone in this house expect me to provide their happiness. Ok…maybe Wilma…but we are a bit symbiotic that way.
In the meantime-anyone want to come sweep some hay for me?