The Great Experiment Continues - End of Week One

Fantastic news: I haven't gone stir-crazy yet!!

I've had a pretty fun week, hanging out with Mr. C and and doing house-wifely things in my own, Toxic House-wifely manner. I finished sewing a diaper cover for Mr. C out of an old pair of jeans, for instance. Unfortunately, since I'm a terrible seamstress, the jeans are ever-so-slightly lopsided, not too mention the fact that they're a little too narrow between the legs, which results in the cloth diaper peeking out quite a bit more than is necessary (or sanitary). Thankfully, Mr. C is not particularly fashion-conscious yet, and Bee really isn't fashion conscious (unless one considers knee-length shorts, navy socks pulled firmly to one's calves, paint-spattered shoes, and a large straw rancher's hat to be fashionable). Therefore, the only person embarrassed by the pathetic attempt at a diaper cover is me, but I'm too proud of it to be overly-humiliated.

I also cooked several dinners this week. And I mean that I cooked real food, not just things from a package, and I didn't get the vegetables via can-opener. All-in-all, my attempts weren't too bad. Bee has actually been pretty supportive of my efforts, for once; he's probably just happy that I'm trying and that I'm not tired all the time.

We're still in the 'honeymoon' stage of me being home. I fully recognize that, after only a week, this is really more of a vacation, and I'm curious to see how my feelings change once it sinks in that this is forever. I have to say, however, that I've been incredibly relaxed. God, I forgot how it feels to be relaxed. So I'm really enjoying that. I've been lounging as much as I can, whenever Mr. C naps, or if Bee or S.B. are playing with him. I'm trying my best to get good and tired of it now, so that I'll be ready to help Bee with his business in a few more weeks. That will be a great test of our marriage: seeing if Bee and I can work together without killing each other.

The days sort of blend in with each other, which I can see will get old very quickly. I try to focus on how much I've enjoyed a day, and not ask myself at night what the hell I accomplished. I'm keeping happy just taking excursions with Mr. C, watching how quickly I think he's becoming brilliant with my constant care, and concentrating on just keeping in check the war-zone that has become my kitchen.