How things change

When J and I first got together we always had roommates, our second place together was awesome, no one ever cook, we barely ever cleaned, it didn't matter if we were messy or we ate take away for 3 nights straight, it was incredible.

Then we moved into a place alone and became more domesticated. We cooked and cleaned, it might not have happened in the same day but we got there. We would do washing because we had no clean clothes.

Then I became pregnant. We became even more domesticated, we would clean the whole house of a weekend, cooked nearly every night but the dishes were always a problem for me, I hated doing them, they'd pile up during the day and overnight then I'd do them in the morning. Gross right? The thought makes me cringe now.

Tonight while wiping up Seb's floor food right after dinner, washing the plates and packing the dishwasher all while soothing a cranky teething tot, I realized how much I've changed.

It makes me feel quite old for a 22 year old but it also makes me proud. I have a clean baby, a clean kitchen, washing on the line, food in the fridge and clean sheets on all the beds. I am a domestic goddess.