Confession: I’m still trying to get used to this whole “being a wife” thing. I know it’s been more than 3 years now, but I still don’t always feel like I have it all under control. Some days, I’m in a good groove when I’ve got a nice routine going for me. I get dressed in the morning feeling put-together (the key is a cute pair of shoes) and when I get home, I know exactly what I’m making for dinner; I do a load of laundry and a load of dishes; I work out; shower; floss; read; etc. This was exactly my night last night. But then other days, I feel like a total wife fraud. And it’s always the little things that set me off.
Like bundt cake.
Let me explain…
I love to bake, but I don’t do it often because 1) lack of time 2) I’m trying to eat healthier. Yet, as I was looking through blog posts in my google reader, I noticed a picture of a bundtcake and it just looked so damn delicious. A work of edible art. I made a mental note to make a bundt cake in the near future. Lemon with poppy-seed preferably. But then I remembered: I don’t even own a bundt cake pan! So I wrote it down next to “toaster oven” and “kitchenaid mixer” as things I need to buy in the near future so I can feel more wifely. So now I must have a bundt cake pan! Because bundt cake pan = better wife.
I know it sounds silly, but I get frustrated when I can’t do it all and also, slightly embarrassed that I don’t even own all of the standard kitchen necessities! So I can’t even “fake it till I make it”. And don’t even get me started on things outside of the kitchen (like sewing buttons or fixing hems. If it can’t be glued, I can’t fix it.) It’s a good thing my mom is in town this week. I have about five pairs of pants and two shirts that need buttons. If only I would’ve thought to askher to bring her bundt cake pan.