Making good on the domestic bit.

Some might say I'm not very domestic. Crafty? Yes. Domestic? Eh. Mostly I'm just a goddess, and needed something catchy to add to that title.

I for sure know how to cook. I like to cook. I think I'm actually a pretty good cook. I certainly have watched enough Food Network to teach me a trick or two. But I just don't really cook as often as I should. Part of me blames that on the recent vegetarianism that my dear husband has adopted. But it's been more than two years and he doesn't seem to be budging. It's time for me to start cooking again.

So I've made dinner twice this week. Shocked the heck out of a couple of people in this house. My family does get fed every day, but usually it's something tossed together at the last possible minute. With a one year old and an almost three year old you can slice up some cheese, heat up some frozen peas, open a can of vienna sausages and call it dinner.

But with Court's new job--which by the way is at an institution called Investools and which by the way he's really digging--schedules are a little different these days. I have been working on Thursdays while Court stays home with the kids, and I'd like to keep doing so even though he doesn't have Thursdays off anymore, therefore Court's wonderful parents are coming up every Thursday to babysit so I can keep up my schedule (at my beautiful new salon which I will be blogging about soon).

Oh my gosh I'm totally rambling. What I'm getting at is that I'm for sure going to cook dinner on Thursdays because although I know my in laws think I'm incredible, I need to prove it further. I'm really excited because I found this blog tonight called A Year of CrockPotting. Yes! All my problems have officially been solved. The crockpot is my new bff.

The in laws coming to my house once a week also adds extra pressure to have a constantly clean bathroom. Wish me luck.