It will come as no surprise to most of you that when it comes to the world of domesticity I am absolutely NOT a goddess! Ever since I moved in with Adam this became extremely apparent. Don’t get me wrong; with Adam’s help we keep a clean house, I can decorate like nobody’s business and I do my best to keep up with the laundry. So no I’m not a HORRIBLE wife. But there are definitely some areas where I could use some improvement. Like sewing for example; the other day I lost a button on a pair of jeans and I had the best of intentions to fix them… busted out the sewing kit, sat down on the bed…. and stared at the pants… you know like if I looked at them long enough I would suddenly become this expert seamstress. Well that didn’t happen, but I did stare at them long enough for Adam to come up stairs, roll his eyes, grab the needle and thread from my hands, and save me from a horrible sewing job which would no doubt have resulted in some embarrassing debacle in public with my pants coming undone. I don’t know maybe this was my plan the whole time (Adam fixing them, not the public debacle.) But as I sat there thanking God for blessing me with a man that makes up for my domestic inefficiencies, I began to realize that maybe I should learn how to do this for myself. I asked Adam to teach me, so he very patiently explained what he was doing… again (no this wasn’t the first time I had this epiphany.) Hopefully next time I loose a button on my pants, I’ll have retained some of this lesson and actually attempt to do it for myself (and no I don’t mean just staring at it until Adam comes and saves me!)
Another skill that I’m sadly lacking in is cooking. I was raised in a home with amazing parents. The house was clean, we were well fed, we went on great vacations, camping trips, etc. They helped me with my homework and taught me so so much… except for how to cook. My mom is a tomboy; ask her yourself she will agree. Cooking was never something she wanted to spend much time on. And I am extremely stubborn at learning anything new. So with that combination I left home knowing how to make very few things: anything in a box (i.e. Mack and Cheese, Hamburger Helper, etc) schnitzel (thank you Grandma!) and I’m a whizz at mashed potatoes! Now this wasn’t a very big deal in college, but as I became an adult, moved out into the “real world” and got married I started to once again have an epiphany… I should probably learn how to cook! Thankfully once again Adam knows how to cook, so I began asking him to teach me. Four + years of living together and two years of marriage later I finally feel like I’m getting the hang of it. I can follow most recipes and even improvise a little, I have a whole arsenal of dinners that I’ve become a master at and I’m even starting to bake! For instance last night I came home and decided to bake some banana bread (no not because I’m turning into Betty Crocker, but because we had some bananas on the counter that were quickly approaching their expiration date.) I’ve become pretty good at making banana bread and feel pretty comfortable doing it. And last night like usual the bread came out great, not too brown, not gooey, perfect. So I sat down to eat a piece and promptly bit into way too much salt or baking soda or something. YUCK! The rest of the bread was good but I think that one bite was just a little reminder not to get too cocky. I’m a long way from earning my title of Domestic Goddess. But hey I’m a work in progress, maybe by the time we have kids I’ll actual feel comfortable with this whole domestic thing! Wish me luck!
xoxo ~ Jamie
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