i never said i was good at it.

That is Michael (my husband) and I on our glorious wedding day. It was August 17th, 2007. I worried about what kind of wife I was going to be far before this day...

I had observed my grandmother and my mother my whole life thus far. Two completely different ways to approach the life of domesticity.

One a steadfast Portuguese woman with strong ties to tradition-- the cycle: wake at dawn, cook, clean, sneak a sip of wine and repeat until the day is through. A rigorous schedule of making sure the household was perfect and dinner was served every night made from scratch.

The other, working long and hard hours to come home to a husband and two children that would take advantage of her motherly role (regardless of how tired she was). She was never so tired that she couldn't boil some pasta or even dial out for pizza when needed. She was always doing and doing. Sometimes just so tired from balancing work, children, husband and dinner...she would succumb to exhaustion. My dad would cover her with a blanket on her perfect country floral covered couch.

Perfect.

Everything.

Both worked and still work very hard at keeping appearances. I fall in the middle. I am a new generation of "doing". I work and juggle like my mother. I also clean the floor on my hands and knees like my grandmother. What ties them together is the common bond domestics. Is it our role? As women is this all we are?

We

are

more.

We are a generation of do-ers, balancers, thinkers and creative goddesses.

I take pride in the mix that I am today. A delicious mix. I am your dose of delicious domestics.

:)