Sometimes I think that I should have been born in a different time period. Maybe the 1920s or 30s? In case you haven't noticed, I kind of love the homemaker, dinner party hostess with the mostess role; I think I would have thrived in a time period where staying home and looking after our children would have been my expected job. At the same time, however, I LOVE working. See what I'm dealing with? I'm a mess.
Yesterday, I got to live the homemaker life, minus the children (wait, do cats count?). Yes, I had the day off, and Hubby was out working hard to bring home the bacon.