a housewife?

There's nothing wrong with that, I say! There's a lot more time for writing that way! And rhyming I guess, ..... eh????

More time for writing after the laundry, the bread baking, the vacuuming, the yard-ing, the music-ing, and the other things I find to fill my day.

I applied to a few places for work. I felt very confident (like, really confident) about all of them and was rejected from one and haven't heard from three. So I'm going to embrace this time of my life. I'm going to do laundry, bread, sweep, vacuum, read, write, sing, dance, play. And then patiently await my foxy husband's return.

I'm really okay with this. Tomorrow I'm driving to Nanton to meet the lovely Jesse halfway for coffee. Friday I'm driving to Red Deer to enjoy a most anticipated date with the beauty Dayla: picnic, paddle boat, park adventures.

"I've learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I'm just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am."

I'm content.

Just as long as I don't sink to the bottom of the barrel and begin passing my days and weeks enslaved to the shallow, but sometimes enticing, soap opera. At that point, I give you permission to get me a job at McDonald's again.