mamamusings :: Tea & Apathy

I am a terrible housewife.

I mean, I love vacuuming, and I can iron like a champion, but if you were to ask my husband what my biggest domestic weakness is, he would, without a doubt, respond thusly:

"She doesn't cook dinner."

...Am I the only one who finds the entire concept of meals tiresome? I am a grazer - I eat a little here & there when I feel like it. And it's even worse now on maternity leave, without the structure of a working day & the breaks that it entails.

In a perfect world, he would arrive home from work to find me in the kitchen, cheerfully preparing something both delicious and nutritious, completely from scratch. Of course, in this perfect world, my hair is set, I am dressed in a pretty-yet-casual floral frock, and our daughter is serenely playing with her toys.

In reality though, he often arrives home to a woman still in PJs with her hair hastily thrown up in a messy topknot to stop the baby from ripping it out by the roots. The drapes are still drawn, the cats haven't been fed, and forget playing with her toys - at this stage, all she wants to do with her playmat is pee on it.

Frankly, I am too busy keeping an infant alive - I have very little energy left to think about food.

For the sake of my marriage though, I really do need to sort this shit out.

Ugh. Exhausted already.

Starting Over, Yet Again...

Why another attempt at blogging, Jessica?

I guess I had the idea the other day when I found myself balancing a magazine on top of my baby...who I happened to be breastfeeding at the time.

[This is where I had written a lot of flowery introduction bullshit, but then I read it back & thought "ugh, you loser, DELETED"]

I'm just a new mum, who is becoming increasingly aware of the unread magazines piling up in her lounge room. Who can't remember the last time she sat down with a cup of tea & read the Sunday papers. Who occasionally hides in the bathroom to check her twitter feed.

In short - I miss my pre-baby "me time" and am trying to snatch little bits of it back where I can. (The other day, this involved me reading Vogue through the glass whilst showering. I kind of wish that weren't true.)

Also, I don't get out of the house much. There's only so much dissection of the September issues my husband can take. My three month old daughter isn't offering up much in the way of conversation either. So, I can just ramble on here instead of boring them.

Does that answer the question?

...probably not, but eh, I'm sleep deprived. 'Til next time!
J.

...oh, and yes, that title is a Sex and the City reference. Well spotted.