How does one begin journaling? *Googles how to start blogging*
Scratch blogging…I don’t need my flaws or less than blog worthy writing to be criticized.
Private journaling. Perfect. This is exactly what I need.
Where to begin? Let’s start here, tonight…a Saturday night at 7:30 pm.
Tonight is different from last Saturday.
Last Saturday I was sipping fabulous Chianti at a fabulous Italian restaurant (shoutout Il Gabbiano)and eating my weight in cheese, pasta and bread(cringes at the thought of calories consumed on that Miami trip) Tonight I am currently sipping less than average (on sale $6.76) Limited Edition Double Black Red Blend…that sounds fancy doesn’t it? Something about Limited Edition spoke to me while choosing a wine but it definitely isn’t the Chianti I enjoyed in Miami (it is still wine though so insert heart eye emoji)
Tonight I had a Thai Chicken Wrap Lean Cuisine for dinner..on a paper plate (crossing my fingers it’s Asian Chicken night at the stadium and that Tucker brings me a box home for a real dinner at 11:30 pm). It’s funny how one week brings so much change in this life of baseball. One week I am laying by the pool in Miami and my only worry is if I applied enough SPF (always overthinking but really did I put spf 50 on my face??? because I’m seeing Rodan and Fields Reverse progress and cannot backtrack) and the next I am back home crossing off To-Do lists for the house, driving between Cincinnati and Indy, coaxing Prince that we are back “home” for a few days and let’s not forget mounds of laundry.
I like being a housewife. Actually.. I love being a housewife. (Why do I cringe when typing housewife…like I’m Gabby from Desperate Housewives or some shit?) I am here to tell you that being a housewife is a job…a rewarding job but a job nonetheless…(Thinking if this was posted on Twitter every damn Twitter moron would probably be commenting negatively saying a housewife is not a job..middle finger emoji to them in my head)
I have so much time. Which is a good thing (and terrible thing for someone who overthinks every little thing) I can watch Tucker play baseball (dat ass), perfect the house before we close (omg we are 16 days from closing), do laundry, run errands, catch up on all of my trash reality shows, keep Prince company (more like he keeps me company) and indulge in a good bubble bath and wine. (seriously cringing that I left gym off of this list…that will be added to the To Do list after we close on the house)
Life is so different from this time last year. (equally exciting and busier than ever…#blessed) I wonder what this time next year will hold…hopefully a baby on the way (insert praying hands emoji…or is that hands clapping together?? no.. praying hands, definitely) I just reread what I have journaled…I might blog. Life is chaos and beautiful and I feel so unbelievably blessed.
Stay tuned (or don’t if I suck and you don’t care about wine or Princeton or baseball or food or reality TV)
Mrs. B **say it in your head like…Mrsssss…….B (high pitch on the B)**