I am, for lack of a better term, a housewife. Wait, there is a better term that I heard. Domestic engineer. That sounds better.
I am a domestic engineer.
I can handle cleaning. Every day I do a little bit here or there, and when both girls are in school you can probably find me with the 90s music channel turned on, Pledging or Dysoning or Windexing to Wilson Phillips or New Kids on the Block. Sometimes Vanilla Ice.
I am regurgitating a post of mine from December 2008, because it occurred to me that I was writing basically the same exact stuff a second time…
I’ve been feeling kind of crappy the past couple of days. This morning I didn’t wake up until a friend happened to call me approximately thirty minutes before I had to be out the door.
You would think that after being a mom for over 6 years now, I would have adapted to all of the little nuances that come with parenthood.
Not so, my friends. Not so.
Most of the time it’s more fun to read about kids saying or doing funny things or the countless mishaps that occur during parenting, but right now I am still sitting here in awe of what happened to us today.
The Setting: Big Sister, 6-years-old, and I are getting ourselves ready to go out with family for my birthday.
The Dialogue:
HER: Mommy, how old are you?
ME: How old was I yesterday?
HER: Thirty-three.
ME: So how old am I today?
HER: Thirty-four. <thinking> Mommy! You’re almost FORTY!
ME: Go to your room.
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Undomestic Mom is a 30-something SAHM of 2 sweet girls, and has been married to "The Husband" for 7 wonderful years. She loves to read, to write, and to sleep. Her goal in life is to be a bonafide Domestic Goddess, but in order to do that she has to defeat her most intimidating foe: THE KITCHEN. Until then, she'll enjoy being a mommy, and won't forget she's still a wife and her own woman as well.
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