I don’t tend to cook when I stay with Brad. We tend to eat out every meal. But I really love cooking and it feels good to be domestic. What I mean by that is to just hunker down in the comfort of home and take care of myself and those I love. Cooking makes me feel nurturing and motherly and it’s a feeling I really enjoy.
Last night we went to dinner and had a not great experience. The food was not great. The service was nothing to rave about. And the price tag was hefty, all things considered. And now I can be here in my pajamas, listening to music, dancing around the kitchen with no cares besides not burning the food. Lol
Brad wants to buy the kids gifts today. Which is a blessing because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to afford many more than the small stocking stuffers I’ve squirreled away so far. It’s fine. What do they really actually need but it’s so fun to see their joy on Christmas morning opening presents. Even the ones they don’t particularly care for: like socks.
He seems to get as much, if not more enjoyment buying them presents than I do. Not sure how that’s even possible but🤷🏽♀️. He is just such a little kid himself.
Making steak frites with roasted brussel sprouts for dinner tonight. And we have all afternoon to just run around town. I need a sweater and a few long skirts for work. Business casual is so boring but who am I to argue with it. I really like my job. Which makes having to have it tolerable and I think they’ve warmed up to me, somewhat. It’s still a job, but that’s what society dictates as a necessary mandate for living. At least for most people. Oh well. All in all I’m happy with it.
But right this moment I’m just thrilled to not have any pressing worries to manage. I’m savoring every moment of this.