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 me, but when I got it, I didn't know how to accept it.  It's been two years since my new life has come screeching into my life, and I now feel this happy calmness.  This acceptance.  This love.  It's unreal that this is my life.  I may have to pinch myself everyday until the day I die...

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