Out of the Closet

I have decided to take the bull by the horns and become a Happy Housewife. I'm thinking my joy will not be conveyed the same way this gal looks in the picture. But, I'm tired of being tired, and tired of talking about how busy I am. It occurs to me, that perhaps just a change of perspective is needed. I've always thought the 1950's were the era in which I should have been born, but far be it from me to question God. He knows what he's doing. :)

Instead, I'm taking a academic look at how seriously wives and mothers should take their job. How our mothers and grandmothers did it--the extent to which they would go to bond with their home. How they would create a happy, calm place that their family would thrive in and friends would enjoy being entertained. I've always wanted this, and achieved it in part, but never to the best of my ability. I've never had a housekeeper, nor do I "lunch". So I don't really have to give up anything to get what I want, I just need to be better about the hours that I do have to get it done well.

It is time to s.c.h.e.d.u.l.e. Schedule it all. Housework, kids activities, shopping, eating, excercising. all of it.

Mom, I'm going to say it. You were right. You were right all those years ago when you had index cards taped inside cabinet doors and drawers with lists and lists and lists of things to do and when they should be done.

Now, I'm off to find my mop.

Brownies

So we've decided to add one more activity to Little C's list. We always said that two activities is plenty for a little girl. Ballet is her first love, followed closely by horseback riding. She only gets to do that twice a month though because of how expensive it is. Then, a good friend of mine asked me if she'd like to do Brownies. Of course the first thought that popped into my head was: tacky uniform. Followed closely by overbearing mothers and lots of yelling. Oh WAIT! That was my experience as a child with brownies. I remember wanting so badly to join and then signing up and getting my oh-so-adorable poop brown and burnt orange uniform. Even at six years old, I knew that was no way to dress. I was envious of the big girls and their pretty green uniforms, and couldn't believe I was stuck in that brown mess when I thought I would be getting a little green number. The meetings were led by a very large, very LOUD woman who had a very large, very LOUD little girl. I didn't last long. My mom didn't even mind when I didn't want to go back because she had the same vibe I think.
I'm on a mission though, because I do believe the girl scouts are an admirable institution and there is tons of fun to be had. I'm picturing s'mores. Adorable kids in their LIGHT BLUE (yay brownies!) and brown uniforms beading, sewing, or making crafts. Crafts, crafts, and lots of crafts.

What clinched it though was the vintage girl scout paperdolls I found on their website. I'm not saying that I let her join brownies because they have vintage paper dolls. That would be........crazy.......I'd never........ Oh, and it didn't hurt that the troop got to spend the night at the Georgia Aquarium for their end of the year trip last year. w.o.w. That is light years away from my poor old knee socks with the orange flaps.

What was the deal with the flaps anyway?