It's Sunday...that's house wife day, laundry day, cook new meal day. I woke up this morning, changed, put on some coffee and proceeded to get to it. I wrote the check for rent. I took out the dog and dropped off the rent. When I came back I turned on the computer to put on Pandora Radio, which is one of the most amazing websites ever. I quick mixed two of my three stations: "deAna calls it butt rock" (a mix of rock and some alternative) and "goth love," (a tribute to my angsty teens and VERY early 20s). I then proceeded to clean the shit out of the kitchen (minus the fridge...that's a lengthy, lengthy task) and found us a way to give us a small pantry like thing. I even found a big bowl and added fruit to it and set the unopened bottle of Luchador Shiraz next to it. It create a nice, domesticated touch to the kitchen that is adorned with a million magnets on the fridge, a Zombie Survival Guide poster, and a around a dozen little sheets of white paper with Spanish words and defining pictures.
I continued rocking out as I picked up the living room, arranged some candles and attempted to vacuum the apartment. I didn't think it was working very well so I took out my screwdriver and was able to fix the problem...unclog it. Oh, and mind you, the whole while I am doing laundry and I think I made the bed and scrubbed the toilet. Even though deAna is cleaning it tomorrow.
Then it's Video games. Uncharted 2. I love video games, except for when you have to do the same thing over and over again because you can't kill a fucking dude that you've shot a million times in the head because you don't get the end melee attack even though I know I was pushing the fucking triangle for a counter attack. It still upsets me. Yes, the stupid game upsets me. Yes, I am one of those gamers that gets really into her games and sometimes wants to throw the fucking control through the t.v. because you are positive it is the game and not you. But yes, I still love video games...
I tried to create magic using glass, metal, something black, fire, perfumes of spring mist, some lavender smelling dryer sheets, a spare hair tie and of course a cardboard toilet paper tube...the results were funny. I was able to save the pieces so I could mess with them later.
I eventually took the dog out again, emptied the dishwasher and sat down to play video games again. I took a break. I realized that I was totally in love with how much cleaner the house is. I am continuously contemplating what new thing I am going to make for dinner. I am excited for my wife and our good friend/family/roommate, to come home so that they can see what I did today. I mean I am glad for them to get home too, but I mean, the house looks good...
That's when it hit me, well hit me again, I like domesticity. I like having two people that I love living with me. I love cooking for them, showing them that I can clean well and doing things to make all our our lives easier. If I could, I really think I would be a house wife. I mean I would paint and write and still do therapy, but my main job would be to stay home with the kids. How weird is that? I think it's weird. I really need to find something that makes me happier. I need to do that curriculum for Evergreen. I need to get more supervision so that I can go into private practice...God I can't wait until we sign on our house. I really think that is going to be a catalyst because I really feel that means I am entering another phase in my life.
change is engulfing us...
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