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I’ve decided I’m a modern day Cinderella. My dad expects me to run him around on all sorts of errands. My mom expects me to send out tons of resumes for her. They both expect me to cook. I have to clean to keep on top of this animal infested pit of blackness. There’s always laundry, cooking, shopping, and then more cleaning.
Mike is a very, very good boy and helps with a lot of it but it still drives me insane. I’m starting to think that perhaps I don’t want children. If they are half the trouble as having parents I won’t have the energy for it.
And I really, really, really hate the kitchen. I can’t stand the kitchen. I need the kitchen to disappear into the realm of Illogical Stupid Rooms Designed By Men and have it replaced with something modern and futuristic. Or even something old fashioned. It doesn’t matter, as long as it has counter space! I can’t wait to get out of here just for that very reason.
Yesterday I bought myself a new toy that I thought would be wonderful since everyone wants me to bake cookies all the freakin’ time. I decided it was time to retire the wooden spoon (since I can’t even find a decent wooden spoon. I always snap them) and use a real stand mixer like normal people. So I went shopping. And the prices were insane. I couldn’t quite justify spending $200 on a luxury item when we are both unemployed.
Ta da!
I went to Wal-Mart and found one for a mere $30. What a bargain!
Not! It’s a total piece of crap. The bowl is really wide and flat so all the stuff gets flung out to the sides and not mixed at all. It is better than mixing by hand, but not by much. You still have to stand there with a scraper and push everything into the middle. So much for my visions of my pearl necklaces and big poofy skirt, looking like a proper housewife in my kitchen of the future. Though the outfit is from the past. It makes no sense except in my own head.
I will say that the bread machine my mom got us for Christmas is the handiest thing since the Internet. I make bread every other day and it always turns out great.* I find it ironic that she also got us a DVD player and we’ve used it a total of one time. What kind of people are we that a bread maker is more impressive than a DVD player? I do want to go and rent some movies eventually, but after being out of the country for two years and seeing very few movies it is just too overwhelming to go in to the video store. How stupid is that? I love choices. I want choices. I need choices. But I can’t go to the video store because there’s too many choices. My life is too ironic.
*If you follow the directions. Don’t ask what happens if you don’t follow the directions. It is bad bad bad.
January 30th, 2004 at 3:51 pm
That must be such an adjustment going from living half-way across the world from your family to being at their every beck and call. I hope Mike gets a job before you go postal!
January 30th, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I hate cooking, too. But of course, me being the wife and all, it’s expected of me. Or at least it was. I finally sat the hubby down and said how much I hate it and we need to take turns. So far, so good. Anyway, hang in there. Things will go your way soon.
January 30th, 2004 at 4:43 pm
I know. I’ve heard about those cheap stand mixers. I have a Kitchen Aid, bought on sale. It is amazing, and totally worth it. When is your birthday? Maybe Mike could get you one?!?
January 30th, 2004 at 7:36 pm
If your mom could buy you a bread maker AND a DVD player for Xmas – she could at least spring for a decent mixer. Especially since you’re doing so much for her. Put it this way – it will be her mixer – you’ll just be using it for awhile to make things for her.
Just a thought. I’ll totally understand if it’s a lame idea.
BTW, I had to put notes on my water measuring cup with our bread maker. I ALWAYS forgot something. Nasty.