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Vacuuming in Imitation Pearls

Yesterday, I polished off the house by vacuuming in pearls and a dress.

No joke.

It just seemed appropriate.

This week, Ian is working days.  For some reason, when he works days--I feel more......house-wife-ish.

Don't get me wrong.  I do my housewife/SAHM duties when Ian is working his normal schedule.  It just feels way different.  I can't pin-point exactly what it is, but I just feel way more on top of things this week.

Yesterday, woke up early to throw together some breakfast for my man.  Packed his lunch.  Then I tackled deep cleaning the entire house.  Washing, drying, folding, and putting away all laundry.  Cooking dinner (on the table ready when he walked in)...all while entertaining Haley and caring for her.  Even was able to sneak in a workout.  I guess I just feel like I can better take care of him with this schedule.  Ian is STUBBORN.  And often resists my help, but with days--he doesn't have a choice.  I can just do it before he can figure out what is being done.  I like feeling like I am taking care of my man.  It feels so rewarding.  

Today, I woke up early--(4:47 to be exact), went to the gym for a cycle class.  Came home to send Ian off to work.  He had left over breakfast from yesterday, and then took leftovers from dinner last night for lunch.  So I felt that I continued to take care of his food needs.  Went and visited my mom, went grocery shopping, came home, and prepared a crockpot dinner since I am headed off to my part-time job and won't have time to cook later.  Done and done.  

Excuse me while I toot my own horn.

Toot.  Toot. 

I could get use to this.  Each of Ian's schedule options has pros and cons.  His current schedule vs. days are pretty close in pros and cons, but so far--this week--I am not only loving it, I am kicking housewife ass at it.

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