I seriously can't believe how fast a day rushes by! Today is a day that seems filled with a hodge podge of activity. An average day around here can look a lot like this:
Wake up. Drink coffee with Breen. Laundry. Get kitchen dirty. Work out. Come home. 25 minutes of meditation. Job search. Make some art. Job search. More laundry. Random cleaning. emails. Think about dinner. Think about life. Think about what it would be like if we won the lottery and lived in Montana 25 miles from civilization. Get my head out of my ass and realize house needs to be straightened up before husband comes home. Breen comes home. Dinner is made. Hang out. Roll our eyes at the kids. Fall in to bed. Lately I find myself wondering about the value of a woman. Inherently, we do all of those things mentioned above. I've been on both sides of the fence; I've stayed home as a mommy and I've gone to work every day. Men have always known what their roles are. Somewhere along the way, the role of housewife dwindled and lots of women took on careers; some by choice and some because they had to. We do so much.
Today, I took Max to visit his summer camp. Oh Joy. He wants to go there about as much as he wants to sandpaper a leopard's ass in a phone booth. I came home and made a kick ass batch of banana walnut chocolate chip cookies:
I made more mess in the kitchen:
and more mess in the Dining Room, which doubles as my studio during the day. Right now, I've got 3 projects going at once. Don't worry Breen...this will all be cleaned up by the time you get home... :)))))
Yesterday, my parent's brought Max home from a visit. I overheard my father say something to my mother about the amount of crap piled up around the house. I don't know if I was pissed or mortified. Part of me felt immediately guilty because I probably should be on top of the house better. But you know what? I've come to terms that being a pristine housekeeper is not important to me. I can try to do a little better but it will never be perfect. That's just fine with me.