Homemaking

I am a homemaker...but I'm not very crafty.

I love food. Everything about it. I can't even watch Ratatouille without feeling extremely hungry and having to make something creative in the kitchen to enjoy, it was even worse with Julie and Julia. I spent the whole movie starving. Not for a hamburger and fries but for something truly gourmet and delectable. The only problem is, I am not a gourmet chef, and I don't have any at my disposal. I am just an average cook with little talent.

I can bake as well as the next person but no better. I don't make fancy culinary creations to die for, although I am often craving them. Sometimes I just want GOOD food, GOOD treats.

I am NOT a scrapbook-er or a crafty person. There is not one creative bone in my body. It would seem that I'm not a very good picture of a homemaker. I don't do anything better than the next person.

There is one thing that I'm pretty good at making, although I've only made it once, it turned out pretty beautifully. I might make it more often if it wasn't so expensive to make and didn't take so much time and equipment, but my family LOVED it. Adam collaborated with me and it was a very neat project so we decided to try it again. This time I suggested Adam take the bulk of the work but he insisted that I could do a much better job at it and frankly, it is more in my realm of expertise. Adam assured me I would have his full support.

We got to work on the project and it started out well enough but I quickly remembered what a taxing project it actually was. It has started to take it's physical toll and quite frequently I tell Adam that I think I'd like to quit. "It's too late for that babe," he says, but I'll be here to help and support you. Often after long nights of working on the project Adam will bring me breakfast in bed. He will do the cooking and cleaning, at least for the first little while, and helps a lot with Hannah when he is home. So many friends assure me, "every project is different," but what they don't know is that this one is much more grueling, especially with a toddler running amok.

But I will carry on with my head held high and my stomach empty. I know the first few months of the project are the worst, and I know that when I am done It will be worth it (although, I'm not going to pretend I'm not worried that my first project, and this current project will conspire against me). Oh well, call me a glutton for punishment. I am a homemaker, and we do like our projects.