Dad 101 has a new job. This is great news for us as he is already so much happier and more relaxed, he’s enthusiastic and motivated again.
Unfortunately for me it now means that I am cooking five nights out of seven.
You see Before Baby (BB), we were a modern, dual income couple. BB, we were both working fulltime. BB, we shared the domestic responsibilities. BB, Dad 101 did the cooking.
I intensely dislike cooking. Can’t be bothered with the preparation. Don’t have that “natural, throw it all together, stir it around and ta-da! a gastronomic feast” gene. In fact, most of the meals I cook are pretty boring and bland. I don’t find it at all relaxing, just time consuming. For me, cooking doesn’t conjure up that homely, “nurturing my family” emotion that I envy in others. It just feels like a chore.
Dad 101 has always enjoyed cooking and he is a good cook. BB, he loved nothing more than buying fresh produce from the local markets, opening up a bottle of wine and cooking up a feast. Over time, it just seemed to make sense that he assume responsibility for the majority of the cooking in our household.
But now he has a new job and he no longer gets home from work early enough to cook for the three of us. So now I cook.
Add to that the responsibility for the cleaning. And the washing. And the grocery shopping. As a stay at home mum, the balance of responsibility on the domestic front has understandably shifted and I must say, it is taking some getting used to. So I am channelling Martha Stewart. Picturing myself as a goddess of successful, organised domesticity and hoping that if I imagine it, it will become a reality. Honestly, I would prefer to be channelling Nigella as she is obviously younger and more hip, and I have understandably never been described as curvaceous which could be a real hoot, but I need the overall package that is “Martha Stewart Living.” Wish me luck!