For those who know me, they know that I’m a very domestic sort of bombshell. Of course, according to many books, a bombshell is meant to not have much of a domestic side and more of a vanity plate. But one thing I do know is that today, while my Mr. Land was at work, I took immense pleasure in doing the little things. I made breakfast, did dishes, cleared house, planned dinner. It was just as I liked it.
Quite me time.
I wasn’t doing it just for me. I’m a guest in someone’s home and I want to ensure that I’m doing my part. But its not just like its a job. It felt natural and I felt content. Something I have to admit I had not felt in some time. I could see myself doing such little things for the rest of my life. How weird is that?
And how many people can say that about themselves?