Wait, I'm semi domestic?

Hi!

So I'm using the term 'weekly' really loosely because I'm posting twice today. I make the rules of my own blog, what up!

My mother is a little OCD and used cleaning as a punishment for my sister and I growing up. Hence, (yeah, HENCE--Anna Faris The House Bunny) I hate cleaning and as a side note I also hate cooking, doing laundry, buying groceries, and decorating. I would be the worst wife ever if it was 1950. My ultimate goal is to get through law school, make a lot of money and hire people to do all that stuff for me. Or find a really domestic guy who also happens to be straight and not wear skinny jeans. I know I'm really aiming high here.  I don't know if this stems from me rebelling against gender stereotypes (probably not) or my tendency of being a bum in my free time (sounds about right). But, this hatred of all things Martha Stewart stands for has dictated my decision to live in a dorm room most of the year with a meal plan. I'd rather live with rowdy undergrads than use a swiffer on a regular basis.

For some strange, ungodly reason, I decided sub-leasing my friend's apartment for the summer would be a grand idea. It was fun until my dishes piled so high they were dangerously close to my ceiling. Okay, that was an over-exaggeration, whatever.

I do have one fond memory of being domestic as a undergrad at Mizzou (University of Missouri) my roommate and I lived in the cutest old apartment that did not have a dishwasher. My roommate Keegan, a lovely soul, gave me a choice between the two evils. She would cook dinner and I would do the dishes. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Not really. But it was a beautiful arrangement...until my hands turned pruney because I'm too cheap to buy dish washing gloves.

However to my surprise and horror, today I actually took pleasure today in doing all of my dishes by hand. I even bought a new sponge for the occasion, it's a Dobie. Super fancy. I was shocked at the realization I was having a pleasant time scrubbing the evil oatmeal crumbs of my bowls and defeating the vegetable juice residue off my pink plastic cups. This new mindset triggered a complete re-evalutation of who I am and what I stand for. Who am I really? Do I like cooking? Should I be watching HGTV? Maybe I should learn how to make a chicken pot pie...

Twenty minutes later, I snapped out of it. Silly Catherine. I wasn't enjoying the physical act of washing dishes. Washing dishes is terrible and tedious. I was simply revisiting my pleasant memories during my senior year of college and washing dishes reminded me of those simple times when I didn't have to study until 12 hours before the test and when I could get margaritas between classes.

In the future, I will continue to continue being true to myself and loathe all things domestic...probably. I'm going to go eat my lean cuisine with a plastic fork now while dust bunnies multiply like...real bunnies on my kitchen floor.

k thanks (love you) BYE!