I’m Dee, the undomestic housewife.
I come from a long-line of Italian women who are domestic geniuses. Let’s take for example my mom – she can cook a mouth-watering delicious meal for 20 people at a moment’s notice and her house always looks spotless. Unfortunately the domestic gene skipped me.
In 2008, at the age of 22 ½, I married my wonderful husband AMP (AMP = Absent-Minded Professor, though he’s really an accountant!). It then became painfully obvious to me that domesticity is definitely not one of my strengths. I found being a housewife more difficult than I imagined, especially since I work part-time and volunteer. I struggle with keeping the house clean and I have anxiety attacks when it comes to cooking.
I started this blog in 2009 after watching Julie & Julia, and I devised a plan to become a domesticated goddess… A very vague plan…As in:
Step 1. Start blog
Step 2. Become domesticated…
I thought I could chronicle attempts to become more domestic when it comes to cooking, cleaning, and everything else. I thought becoming domesticated would be quick and easy – and soon I would be a Cordon Bleu chef and have a house you could eat off the floors… Instead, I spend most of my days running around like a chicken with her head cut off, feeling incredibly overwhelmed. I have a huge family who can be a tad demanding time-wise and not enough hours in the day to get anything done.
Of course, this blog ended up being more than just about domesticity. I’ve always loved writing – it has been always been an outlet, my personal form of therapy. It helps me to un-jumble the thoughts in my head. And this year, I’ve needed it more than ever.
I turned 25 and had a quarter-life crisis, and well, I’m baby-obsessed. I want to get pregnant and start a family – but haven’t gotten AMP on board yet. We have different timelines – I want one now, he wants to wait a few years. Being graciously patient has never been a strong suit of mine – and that probably will come through as you read my posts. I suffered a miscarriage the day after our second anniversary, and even though at the time I didn’t even know for sure that I was even pregnant, it has affected me deeply.
My children right now consist of a dozen or so salt-water fish (and, yes, they all have names). And, as of the summer of 2011, a Siberian Husky, whose name on this blog is ShNo.
And, as of April 2012, we’re trying for a baby… Finally!
Welcome to my world…