When my answer to a coworker’s “Doing anything this weekend?” was “Shampooing the rugs!” I realized that one, I’ve become my mother and two, I should probably not be so vocal about how glamorous my life is, lest someone be overcome with jealousy.
Why does Heather get to have all the fun? I never get to scrub pet stains out of totally gnarly apartment carpet!
I know, I know, but life just isn’t fair.
This is further proof, I say, that my life is perfect for reality programming. It’ll be like Keeping up with the Kardashians only with way more housekeeping, fewer names that begin with K and approximately the same amount of backside.
Which is all to say, lordy, I hope your weekend is going to be much more thrilling than mine. I’m afraid mine will reach its apex at putting a check mark next to “Buy New Brita” on my to-do list. Whatever. Domesticity suits me.
Speaking of. My mom called me yesterday afternoon from the middle of the forest. She and StepBob are on three-week hike along the John Miur trail in California. Just checking in, she said. They’ve seen bears and deer and oh, having such a nice time but they’re so dirty. And for a while, I was kind of jealous. I dig the outdoors and hiking and bears. But last night when I climbed out of the shower, slid into fresh PJs and then into a bed that was not made out of something I rolled out on a piece of ground, the selection of which was determined by pine cone population and relative dampness. Then suddenly, I wasn’t jealous anymore. Like I said, domesticity suits me. It comes with a down comforter and a coffee maker.
I get excited when the hubs & I go to Target & Dairy Queen for the evening. Errands on Saturday morning with an early stop at Starbucks? AWESOME. Hitting the farmers market for beets & spinach is just downright romantic.
Welcome to our 30s???
“Which is all to say, lordy, I hope your weekend is going to be much more thrilling than mine.”
Well, I live within 45 miles of Rhinebeck, NY — that’s right, 45 miles from the very site of Chelsea’s fabulous zillion dollar wedding, and if I felt like it, I could drive to a security roadblock about 10 miles from the site after lunch, turn around, drive home & still have a couple of hours till dinner. IF I felt like it. But I don’t, so I’ll probably go the gym and hit a couple of garage sales. Happily, I have no carpets.
Glad you are enjoying your domestic goddess-ness.
Wanna hear something (sort of) funny? I think I threw out my keys this morning – which would include my driver’s license, registration, proof of insurance, library card and key card to get into work. Putting that stuff back together when I can’t (yet) “prove” who I am? That’s what MY weekend will look like!! (Wanna trade?
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Hehehe. Your show would be called “Housekeeping with Heather.”
I hear you. It’s a little ridiculous how excited I was as I was changing the sheets yesterday, anticipating laying in them while watching a new Netflix. And we turned down a dinner invitation in favor of watching the movie so it was finished in enough time for Dateline.
That’s it – I am never leaving New York or having kids. Somehow in NYC you can be in your 30′s and married, and it’s still acceptable to go to all-you-can-drink brunch or party late on a weeknight. Probably has to do with the fact that if you’re in nyc and 30 and married most of your friends are still single and living it up so you get to play too. That said, the highlight of my Friday evenings is a 7:00 p.m Bikram Yoga class. And I work on Saturdays. So much for the party animal I guess.
Would your 23 year old self have felt this way, or this is something acquired with maturity?
Well, for my b-day on Saturday I went with the fam for a day trip to Yosemite. It was beautiful and perfect, and I was REALLY glad we were home in time for bed. Spending the day in the shadow of El Capitain AND sleeping in our own bed=JOY!
But, but, Target IS exciting!
@Alyssa: I’m totally jealous of your day trip option. My day trip option is staring at a corn field.
@Robin
Oh, dear, lol!
BW, our Target is finally getting and selling fresh produce come September. Is it weird that I’m so excited?