Domestic goddess envy
I haven't been feeling like a domestic goddess lately. Well, forget lately, in a long time. It is this dream of mine, to have a lovely little fixed up home, tidy and kept in order. A place where I make home cooked meals. And sometimes bake extravaganzas. And dream up little decorating and DIY projects. And be a little crafty. And blog about it too.
But I haven't felt the energy for a long time. I suppose in this life there are choices and directing my creative juices into writing means I can't do that and be a domestic goddess too (on top of a workaday corporate goddess). These are hard choices to accept however. I still fight them.
I had had enough of my messy home and this past Saturday I was planning an all day nest-fest. I would devote the day to tidying and cleaning out pantries and refrigerators and organizing closets.
I woke up Saturday morning with a stomach bug or food poisoning, whichever one it was, it bit me good. I've spent the last two days alternating between bed and couch and other places I won't mention.
The nest-fest has to wait. Once again leaving me wondering, is there really any such thing as being a domestic goddess and a working woman at the same time? Or is it just a fantasy?