that's what i am now - or, well, almost. but that's what i do mostly these days. i've thrust myself into the beauty that is the domestic life.
some of the women i know and love say to the domestic life - "it is what it is" - others say - "it drives me insane - get me away from my kids" - and yet others - "i like staying at home. period." i didn't know which one of these that i would be - but i was certain that i could find an answer of one of my friend's responses or a combination of them. although i desired to stay at home with my daughter and actively sought it out - it being part of a three year plan for us - i secretly feared that i would hate it and be completely lost (if after not wanting to work, i had decided i hated staying at home with my child, i would have feared that nothing in the world could fill that creative piece of myself that desires 'to do').
so i was quite pleased with myself this morning when i went out to collect the chicken's eggs and let them out of their coop to roam free in the backyard, i found myself giggling at the eggs that were still very warm from the chickens' bodies. i had never collected the eggs fresh in the morning, (that formerly being hubby's unofficial 'job'), but only when hubby had not timed one of the chicken's schedules correctly or they were being stubborn about laying that day. and by then they were ice-cold. i just never thought about an egg being still warm from a chicken's body. and it thrilled me so.
simple pleasures - i've missed those. it took so much more to make me happy and content in the past - always unhappy with something at work (my job was a pretty emotionally stressful job, if simple and mindnumbing a lot of the time). it's nice to see the simple things again.
today i'm cleaning the house, doing the laundry, cooking and watching a friend's baby boy. and i'm really happy today.