As for the other duties of the domestic goddess/homemaker, I enjoy most of them. I had actually forgotten how rewarding cleaning your own house can be (especially when it is a tiny apartment with no pets instead of a 2,200 square foot, three level townhouse with two dogs and a cat). In the case of the latter, I opted for a house cleaner.
But here in Europe, it's all me. I like taking on this role, first of all, because no one can clean my house as well as I can. Second, there is something so gratifying to me after that last chore is done and I can pat my back for a job well done. I always light candles all over the house after I clean, so the candle-lighting signifies the end of cleaning and the beginning of enjoying a clean house. When I am on my hands and knees cleaning, wondering how there is yogurt underneath the sofa, I look forward to that blissful candle-lighting (which I always time so it occurs during Kellan's nap). Then, I get to enjoy a quiet, clean house. Pretty good feeling.
Sadly, I am not good at every aspect of homemaking. For Christmas, Matt's sisters got him a black, merino wool, half zip sweater, which he loved. He wore it all the time. When we washed it for the first time, I told him (with a know-it-all smirk on my face) he should always, always hand wash this sweater and NEVER put it in the dryer. "Dry flat only. Dry flat only," I chided, in what was probably a condescending tone. I reminded him of this so many times that it was inevitable what happened the other day would happen: I accidentally put the sweater in the dryer and ruined it. Here is the sweater lying on top of another sweater. As you might have guessed, the sweater underneath is the correct size, and still fits Matt. The one on top was the one I subjected to the dryer, which now would be more appropriate for Kellan. I feel horrible! So sorry, Honey. (Sorry to Kate and Court, too!) Homemaking FAIL.
I wonder if they offer home economics courses for grown women? I will look into it.
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