Wow, I just scared myself- I realized that I'm turning into a realtively good homemaker. Let's examine the evidence:
1-I've been cleaning on a regular basis.
1a- My basement is not only usable, it gets used on a regular basis. Even by a guest. (Adam, when he and Tom work out.)
2-I'm consistently cooking dinner. And, even more damning, I've been having it ready about when Tom gts home from work.
3-I'm actually balancing having 2 kids.
3a- So far, neither hates the other.
3b- Will even seems happy to have a little sister to play with and hug. (Emily is generally ambivilent about anyone who doesn't produce milk, although she will at least grin at Tom, Will, and my mom.)
4-When Will said he "didn't want to talk to Grandma Trapp, he wanted to talk to Grandma Pam" to the m-i-l, I only felt a minimum of glee (I didn't even laugh out loud). The rest of me was wondering how to keep the peace.
5-I've had several plants for over a year now, and not managed to kill them. One is even flourishing.
6-Same for the fish, but I haven't had them quite as long.
And the single most damning/ scary/ potentially universe ending, appocalypse inducing part? I'm enjoying every bit of it. This calls for tequila. Lots and lots of tequila.
Now I just hope I don't find out Donna Reed drank...
Ahhh, as evidenced by empirical evidence, some plants are impossible to kill. I watched for a whole school year while my classmates attempted to kill Mrs. Inbody's plant, but it kept going, and going.
No you're not turning into Donna Reed, you've just got the right batch of mutant fauna.