Ever since I got married, I have realized that I am severely lacking in the cooking/housekeeping/anything homemaking department. I think the first peek into wedded bliss occurred in college while we were engaged and I foolishly attempted to make his mother's heavenly yeast dinner rolls. I frequently distract her while she is making them, stealing a sizable lump of dough and running away like a squirrel snatching seeds from a bird feeder. My finished product looked like a 13x9 pan of cobblestone and was about as heavy. I remember Jonathan patiently consoling me while I bawled on his back porch.
Fast forward five or so years later, and the situation has changed little. I go to the store, wander from aisle to aisle in a stupor and come home with piles of miscellaneous crap and less eighty bucks. I just spent the past hour or so (no lie) trying to come up with something to do with some ground beef that needed to be used. Meatloaf? The boy doesn't dig it much and it takes an eternity to cook. Mexican Whatnot? Not one damned tortilla in my house. Chili? Made that already.
I finally settle on this cooked pasta dish cheezy thing and I still have to improvise in the cream soup department. I don't have ONE BLASTED CAN OF CREAM OF MUSHROOM???? My stress level is now shooting up, I start slamming pans around, and I feel increasingly guilty about my messy kitchen. It's just a no-win situation here. All I want to do is cook a nice meal for my husband. Is that too much to ask? Yes, I am a bit of a traditionalist; I want him to come home to a clean house (or at least tolerable), I want to be able to prepare good food (hopefully slightly above edible), and still have a career and just a sliver of sanity left over. Reality? I have a job I enjoy with a promotion very possible in the months ahead. The house is a wreck and I am usually too tired to cook so I have been known to go to bed hungry. That is just not acceptable. I am desperately searching for that work vs. home balance. Now don't go getting all feminist on me...I genuinely want to be able to care for my home and the family we will someday have. I just want to be able to do that and have the career too. Unrealistic? Possibly. But I'm workin' on it.
My oven timer is beeping. Showtime. Toss up a little prayer for me, and I'll let ya know how the casserole goes.
about the author
- Amanda
- Originally from Russellville, Kentucky, I'm now happily residing in a wonderful little hole-in-the-wall town in Texas. For six amazing years, I have been married to Jonathan, who truly is my better half. I earned my BFA in studio art from Murray State University, concentrating in metalsmithing and woodworking. These days, I spend my time working as the manager of a jewelry repair shop and I absolutely love it. I get to play with fire, melt all kinds of stuff and play with big diamonds every day. Oh and I'm the boss. Crazy. I am active in my church, spend way too much time at work, and blog whenever I get the chance. Hope you all enjoy reading about my life as much as I enjoy living it. I truly am the most blessed person I know.
3 comments:
Yes, you are wise, as you always have been. I know my goals are frequently unrealisic, this'll probably be something I will have to work out over time.
The sucky thing is that my schedule is different every day, so it's hard to plan meals or even find time to get to the gym with any frequency. I know I'll probably never be suzie homemaker, but I'll try to live a notch or two above the people you see on COPS.
Oh, and by the way, the casserole turned out decent. I questioned jonathan for quite some time about it, making sure he ACTUALLY liked it and wasn't just saying so.
Then I said that I was glad he liked it. It filled up a 13x9 casserole dish and there is about 11x9 left over in the fridge. Ha. That will be the ultimate test.
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