Domestication.

I've never been a really girlie girl. Or at least I never thought of myself as one. Sure I like clothes, and use make up and do like to shop, but I never really liked to bake, cook, or be very you know, WOMANLY and lately I've lost any interest in motherly or womanly duties. I haven't held a baby since Christmas when I saw my niece and nephew, my laundry pile is always piled high and 3 baskets full when I finally get around to doing it, my bed hardly ever gets made until right before I get in it at night, and meals if that's what you call them consist of whatever I can find or make within the 20 minute time frame that I have to eat it in.
This semester however I've made a goal to eat better, exercise more, and to not put sleep off. The beginning of the semester was more of a challenge living with 5 other girls and then being in Salt Lake almost every weekend. But these last two weeks, I've had 2 great dinners with friends and family (my brother Michael) it was so great to sit around a table with friends and enjoy a good, well balanced, home cooked meal. Last night I invited over my guy friends Jamie and Lynn (who both funny enough have unsex names and who we had a dinner club with last semester), my other guy friends Jake and Joe, and then two of roommates, for a great home cook meal I prepared all by myself (which I was very proud of!) We had a Pot Roast, Mashed potatoes, rolls, green bean casserole, salad, and cake for dessert. Jamie, Lynn, and Kelly (roommate from last semester) and I used to have a dinner group once a month, but since she's left we haven't had one in for awhile. It was great, the food was delicious and the company was great. Every Sunday sometimes I get a little homesick for family dinners and home cooked meals, so it was nice to be with good friends to enjoy a great meal! I felt so domesticated.