mommer

there's nothing quite as satisfying as cleaning something incredibly dusty.

while I was gone I missed cleaning up after myself (hotel maids are so sad, I can't stand to think of someone scrubbing my sink and toilet) and I missed providing my own food. I missed 7 hugs a day (the daily minimum for psychological health).

This seems to indicate I'm destined for mommy-hood. Which suits me just fine. a guest told me that more than anyone she knows, I'll make a great mom (c'mon patty, I only offered to slice some strawberries, it's not like I asked you to take off your shoes before you came in (because I really really wanted to)) and I smiled.
because despite my feminism and despite my higher education (I long for that PhD), one of my biggest goals is to be an excellent wife and mommy. I want my family to rise up and call me blessed (proverbs 31)

- on 2003-06-13 at 8:38 a.m.

wilted - blooming