Deep down I know this is crazy, but I can't help but dream that during my 3 months maternity leave I will turn into a Domestic Goddess. My bed will get made every day - currently it averages about once a month. My kitchen will be filled with Cinnamon Rolls and homemade bread (and somehow I will stick to a Weight Watchers diet flawlessly!). Flowers will magically appear on my front porch and won't be dead within a week like most plants that come live with me. If you're not reading ThePioneerWoman.com, you should be. For the Cinnamon Rolls recipe alone! I'm a blog junkie, but at least I'm trying to switch gears!
I guess in all honesty if, in addition to learning to care for an infant I can manage to get a haircut and clean out my closets, drawers and cabinets during the 3 months I will have actually accomplished something. I really do have a little bit of smug superiority happening, though. I mean, I work a LOT, between the hours I am there and the time spent working at home and on the phone. It's a lot of organization, management, details, insanity and babysitting. How hard can this baby thing actually BE? If it's a little bit harder than what I already DO all day then I am fine, right? Prepared for the wild ride? Logic keeps whispering that I'm about to get knocked off my high horse. As much as I think I'm going to channel my inner Martha Steward and June Cleaver at the same time it occurs to me in the tiny dark corners of my brain....... maybe there IS no inner Martha or June lurking in here. Maybe all I've got to rely on is sheer will and wit. I'm so screwed.
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