Just Roll With It

A domestic goddess I am not.  In fact my Dad used to tease me when I was single that it is a good thing that I turned out to be good in business because if I was waiting for a man to come along and marry me for my domestic abilities, well it just was not going to happen.  Harsh, but true.  I am just not the super creative Martha Stewart type that can have a fabulously decorated house, whip up gourmet dinners on the spur of the moment and always be the one with the super thoughtful really creative gift.  It just isn’t me.  I’m a bit of a spazz so I am constantly surrounded by a tornado of stuff.  Gary, bless his heart is fine with all of this.  Aside from being a spazz I am left handed so in the beginning I used to fold all of his shirts backwards which frustrated him so much that he just took over the laundry duties. (With 2 kids now, laundry has become more of a team effort.  Now it is just whoever gets to it first.)  I am fine with having a house cleaner and when we have people over for dinner, Whole Foods is my best friend. I can pop in and get some salad mix, grab some olives and other appetizers and get some form of marinated meat and I’m all set.  All I need to do is assemble it at home.

This last weekend was Easter and we went over to my sisters house with her husbands family for dinner.  Of course we all brought something for the meal.  When I asked Monique, my sister, what I could bring she told me ice cream.  Ice cream?  That’s it?  Seriously, is that meant to be an insult or what?  Everyone else is bringing appetizers and things that they have created and I am relegated to a store bought product.  In all honesty, they are much better cooks than I so this was a wise decision on Monique’s part.  So I was trying to decide if I should be hurt or offended by this whole thing and then I realized that this is absolutely perfect!!!  Yes, I feel lame for being relegated to bringing ice cream but who really cares.  Think of all the stress I don’t have to worry about.  So I happily attended Easter dinner with my ice cream.  Although I did also make a rhubarb pie that was amazing if I do say so myself.  Because while I’d like to think I can just roll with it, deep down I’m just a wee bit competitive too.