Domestic Goddess
I quietly smile to myself as I open the oven door and pull out my parmesan breaded chicken strips. I feel so domesticated! It wasn't that long ago that dinner for one consisted of something frozen from the grocery store, or something quickly picked up from a drive thru window. I'm a long way from that life. Nowadays I look forward to feeding my family. I buy in portions of 4 (since Ivy is eating table food now), well, really portions of 3 since the babies share a portion. And I'm now that girl who looks for recipes to try and cute new crafty projects for each holiday. Seriously domesticated. And I smile to myself because I'm now getting comfortable, dare I say happy, with this life change. I've always been happy about it, just in shock really. I couldn't get over how drastically different my life now was and it scared the crap out of me. I now had this family that depended on me. I craved this when it was just...