2001:October:15
2001
Yeah, I skipped another class today. Ahhhh well. It's just a lecture class. It was soooo inconceivable this morning to do the usual rush out of bed ten minutes before I had to leave scurrying like a sleepwalking madwoman. No, this morning was one of those when your husband has the perfect skin temperature to cuddle with and he's wrapped around you asleep. Your cats visit one by one and purr and settle down around you. The light coming through the bedroom window is soft and cool. For all my might, I wished that I didn't have to go to work and do all this shit, but here I am. It's not as if I decipher the mysteries of life when I'm at home. I just cuddle my beloved kitties and kiss my husband and finesse the house and walk around town and watch the telly. It's much easier that my boss is out of the office for the morning AND it's much easier that I even have a home and a beloved husband and running water... But oh oh oh that housewife (with no kids) life would be soooooo suited to me. I'm quite lazy.
My Sunday's have become heaven for me. For the second sundy in a row, mark and I have done what most of america does: cook a big ole breakfast. We pre-buy all of our groceries that we need (having just recently realized how much easier that makes things) and fry us up some bacon (turkey's), hashbrowns and biscuits with some eggs for me. Yesterday, we had a breakfast, worked in the yard, Mark napped and I laid around the shanty and got a good buzz on (while organizing my tori amos greatest hits cd I'm going to make). Later on, friends came over and we just sat in the yard and talked. Mark and I still have our worries and scary life decisions, but it is so nice to keep them at bay when we're helpless to do anything. The easy boring domestic life is just a dream to me. I am soooo happy and content to have Mark around while puttering around the house. It's mon - fri 7-7 and lack o' money that gets to me. (but then again, I'm incredibly surprised that I'm not a bitter, helled woman working at some department store - maybe later).
