Been Hatin' All My Playin' For Years

I'm feeling manic today; simply, luxuriously manic. I had forgotten how much inspiration comes from boredom and how much prose is possessed in the state of blah. Dressed like a soccer mom today (which, I would be happy if I looked like this at 40) and hair all tied up like I actually have a need to have it out of my face. I don't. Not today. Day off of work and a husband gone all day. If I were a bit more acerbic, I'd probably have gone on a shopping spree already today. I've been meaning to get a pair of leggings to avert the cool winter chill. That chill's not even upon us today.

We are doing secret valentines at work; the girl I have is never there and the girl who has me is probably frustrated that I'm always there. The magical gift I received is a teeny tiny cookie cutter that is in the shape of a heart with an arrow across it. Owned it for days, but it still hasn't gone to any good use. I feel like today is the day, though sugar cookies just sound awful to me. Maybe I can give them away as little valentine's helper gifts to great people in my life. Adversely, the cookie idea is a pretty obtuse one, considering that I'm on steroids that make me fat.

I'm not feeling any better intrinsically, so the steroids are for naught at the moment.

The whole housewife thing is not as bad as I imagined it to be; now that the lines have been set straight about who does what and who comes where and when we are where we are, I find that chores and foodstuffs aren't as difficult as once thought. Now, for some reason, I feel like there is nothing I'd rather do than the wifey things around the house, the errands needing to be run, all day long for the rest of my life. But then it all sets in: no money for a baby (and that wait is getting longer the more days I'm married), no end in sight for the scrapbooking tour of duty and pressures to be The Best, The Helpfullest, The Wife. Not to mention I'd get so frickin' bored.

It has been a long while since I've had to entertain myself for hours and hours on end. When we first got married, Caleb would trip his way to school and I would proceed a long day without shower and with lots of Cash Cab. I showered early today, got dolled up and immediately did dishes, laundry AND vacuuming. All to no avail; I'm still bored. The only thing to cure the boredom now is some calesthenics and perhaps some breakfast for dinner.