Since I’ve had Elle the homemaker is peeping its way out. I know it’s always been hiding deep down inside, but I would rarely let it reveal itself. Well, now that I’m a Mom, there are no hiding those instincts.
I realized today, now more than ever, how easy it would be for me to just sit home and do all the things I dream about at work. The grass is always greener on the other side, right? In fact, the grass is SO green on the other side, I’m wearing sunglasses. I know in all reality, the job of SAHM isn’t nearly as glamorous as I imagine, but it’s nice to dream.
I dreamt about it today on my lunch break. A couple times a week I go across the street and wander the antique store. My favorite items are the old antique dishes… what I wouldn’t give to own a set of vintage, pastel Pyrex bowls. I pictured me and Elle smiling and baking in our cute, matching homemade aprons. I pictured all of my family over for a nice sit down dinner where I could display all of my fancy vintage finds.
I always tell John I was born in the wrong decade. What I wouldn’t give to live in the 50’s… cute, modest homes equipped with dishes, furniture, and fabric I can only dream about. He quickly crushes my dream and reminds me how big of a feminist I am and how I wouldn’t survive a day back then or maybe even now. I know deep down he’s right, but I can still dream, right?
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