I haven’t posted for a while because my work schedule has been grueling lately. This evening was the first time that I have been able to sit down for dinner with my family in two weeks. I wish I could say that we had a home cooked meal, but we didn’t – we all met for dinner at a local pizza joint.

This evening I also had an opportunity to catch-up on some reading that I had been wanting to do and even had a chance to surf the web. While doing so, I came across a blog written by a working mother who mused about wanting to be a “domestic goddess.” This is a term that you hear fairly often these days. There are numerous cookbooks and other books/articles written about this topic.

But, I must admit that I have no desire whatsoever to be a “domestic goddess.” I will do absolutely anything to avoid having to fold a load of laundry. My husband often jokes that the only reason I work is to avoid having to do this undesirable chore. I think he is right.

In fact, I really can’t think of any domestic chore that I enjoy – other than perhaps cooking an occasional gourmet meal. But, even my love of cooking is tempered by the reality that doing so requires a trip to the grocery store (another chore that I detest). And, since my family really doesn’t like to eat any of the “unusual” things that I want to cook, most of the cooking that I end up doing isn’t really very fun.

And, as for keeping a perfectly neat and clean house, with four kids living at home, that is something that I cannot imagine ever being able to accomplish.

So…unlike many other moms, I am perfectly happy living in my somewhat clean house eating our somewhat home cooked meals and wearing our somewhat ironed clothes. And no, I will not ever be a “domestic goddess” – thank goodness!