As I have said before, and I now say again, I was not meant to be domesticated.
In school I was always the competitive, athletic tomboy.
I played baseball and football and basketball.
But custom dictated ( through my parents) that I wear dresses and skirts.
I learned how to cook fancy meals (but couldn't make pancakes or mash potatoes).
I REFUSED to admit that I could type.
I REFUSED to admit that I knew how to clean a bathroom.
I REFUSED to admit that I could cook ANYTHING.
I wasn't that kind of girl.
I was headstrong, determined, and I was gonna be just like the boys. PERIOD.
Eventually, I became a lawyer and played in the big-boy courts. I had other people clean my house. I ordered a LOT of pizza and Chinese food. I even (at one point) sent out the laundry! I was just as busy and harried and impatient as the big boys.
Then I quit.
And something has been happening.
The KIDS were coming for dinner.
So I got up and made home-made Cheez-its. And clam dip.
While waiting for the home-made Cheez-its to finish baking, I made the salad and the meatballs. I warmed (very slowly) the spaghetti sauce. I made sure the lemon pie was perfect. Then I made the garlic bread. I set the table with place mats and napkins.
And while I had a minute or two between those chores, I finished Melvin's scarf.
Oh, I typed out this little missive.
WHAT HAVE I BECOME???!!!!!
Yeah, I'm happy.