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I’m going to tell you something. But, before I do I want to make something perfectly clear: hell has not frozen over, and pigs aren’t flying just yet. That said, here’s what you need to know…

Yesterday I lived up to the term “housewife”.

I even wore my apron.

Brad had a hot dinner waiting for him when he came home.

I baked.

I’m getting ahead of myself. Zoe and I woke up nice and casually like we like to do. We came downstairs, ate breakfast and I wrote my blog because I didn’t know what the day might hold and I just felt like I needed to get it done early. After I finished Zoe and I played on the floor . We did developmental stuff. We stacked blocks. I made her a drum out of a Lipton Tea canister that we had in the cupboard. And then I busted out “The Ants Go Marching One by One” with a beat and everything for her. Today I’m adding a…what are those things called that are oval on one end and then you hold them by the handle? They’re Spanish. They sound like they have beans in them. Macarena? No?…anyways I’m making one of those out of a cashew can and rice. I plan on busting out the scrapbook paper at some point and making her “instruments” pretty. Oh yeeeeaaaaah…. you know you want some. Brad came home for lunch and Zoe and I were still in our pj’s, because that’s how we roll.

When he left Zoe and I decided that it was time to go to the store so that I could bake during naptime. I was making a pumpkin muffins with a streusel topping and cream cheese filling. I found the recipe over the weekend, and I couldn’t wait to make them! Brad and I got all the ingredients and I was so so so ready…except, I forgot that we didn’t have the muffin pan. So as we were walking out the door, I get a call from my dad. He’d hit a deer. The car was wrecked. He was in Starke. I told him I was walking out the door and headed his way. I threw some snacks into the diaper bag and away we went. That was at 12:30, after picking up my dad, picking up my mom, hanging out at their house in the Cove while my dad talked to the insurance, taking Zoe out to the horses and the cow…which she was afraid of/loved…and playing with the parrots, we fed the fish and played piano, then it was time to take Daddy to get the rental car and my mom to her other job, we walked back in our door at 5:30. {Can I just say that while I don’t wish that people hit deer and get stranded, that part of what I love about staying at home is that it frees me up to help people when they need it.}

When we walked in the door I was almost shocked at how messy it was. I typically don’t even bother picking up until about 15/30 minutes before Brad gets home. I’ll straighten throughout the day, but I don’t bother with the mess unless I’m legit cleaning that day. I was not legit cleaning yesterday. The house could’ve been declared a disaster zone. I tried to find one space that was clean. There was none. Brad still wasn’t home, so I set to work. Zoe and I raced upstairs, threw the sheets in the washer {thank you Hemmi} and threw my pile of clothes into the laundry hamper. FYI…it totally counts as “doing laundry” if you start the washing machine. Give yourself the credit you deserve. You did laundry that day. We picked up all of Zoe’s bath toys that she loves to throw in the tub in the morning, and then headed back downstairs. I left her in the living room playing with toys while I cleaned the kitchen. Within 10 minutes, I had the counters clean, the dishes in the dishwasher and dinner started on the stove….that’s when Brad walked in the door.

He was exhausted from work, so I told him to just go change and then by the time he got back downstairs I had dinner all plated up. Who IS this girl???? We laughed and talked over dinner, my sister and her fiance got home, we talked, I started baking my muffins, Brad put Zoe to bed, Ryan went home, Jess and I talked wedding stuff and marriage stuff, I kept baking, Brad sat down to watch a movie, Jess went upstairs, I hung up my apron and joined Brad on the couch, 23 minutes later we feasted on the most delicious thing I’ve ever baked, and then I gave him a foot rub.

And then I told him that I was a pretty damn darn good housewife.

Happy Tuesday Ya’ll

ps. When my dad hit that deer…or actually the deer hit my dad…he hadn’t even stopped his car yet and another guy was already stopped and dragging the deer away. That’s fresh meat ya’ll!

pps…you know you’re in the country when somebody stops to collect the deer before you can take pictures for the police.

ppps….I totally would’ve tried to figure out a way to get the deer home. And then I would’ve called somebody to come clean it for me…..that’s fresh meat ya’ll!