Starting anew

Ok

Let's do this

Let's start blogging and try not to quit after a week.

A couple weeks ago at my 3rd (very pregnant) sister's baby shower 3/4 of the daughters in my family were discussing the domestic talents of us all, as passed down from my extremely perfect-in-all-domestic-ways mother.  The cooking, the cleaning, the child-rearing, sewing/clothes making, loving mother of 4 (5 if you include my father and 6 if you include the family dog), also known as the pinnacle of awesomeness. My eldest sister seemed to have absorbed all he same talents, my second oldest sister not far behind. By the time it got to the 3rd and 4th child (myself being the baby) the Domestic DNA seems to have dwindled we all hysterically agreed. Oddly enough, we were the two sisters who became nurses, one of the most maternal jobs there is (besides the hardest job, being a mother, of course).

My apartment is a cramped mess. I can bake but due to my inability to limit my sugar intake to that of a normal healthy individual I try not unless I have a birthday/celebration to attend where I can dump the leftovers. My cooking can get creative, and it keeps the boyfriend full, but I've failed on occasion. I don't sort my laundry, a load for all the clothes! My child has 4 legs and more hair than my carpet can contain, and smells of dirt a lot. My boyfriend is cleaner than I am, and reminds me of the fact with a chuckle but "in all seriousness" tone all the time. I am not domestic. At all. Ok, maybe a little bit, but definitely not living up to my mother's reputation, which she still loves me despite of, and that's all that matters.

Tonight, as I was walking our "child", I thought I should start blogging again about my struggles with living up to being a domestic goddess.
See it was fine when I was single, but the boyfriend and I just bought a house and I'm going to have to clean up my act and fast.

First things first, I need to start sorting the laundry.

I need to clean weekly.

I'm good with dishes, because a clean kitchen is my pride and joy.

I need to find a new hiding place for my sugary snacks.

Also....I should probably learn how to sew a button on securely as boyfriend wears lots of business shirts. I work in the next best thing to pajamas so I've never lost a button. I usually ask my extremely domestic mother and/or sister to fix the ones that have fallen off my jackets (usually after a season of eating too many baked goods). Really should grow up.


Tonight I made Tuna Helper for dinner and rocked that dish! ................but seriously it was cheaply delicious. I added onions and peas............because the box suggested it.

One day I will achieve the domestic level. Till then, here I shall express my struggles and rambling so about everyday adventures of my life, job, and domestic successes/failures.