Maybe I'm just warped by too much Food Network and HGTV.

We had a cozy, long weekend, in which a lot of sleeping, snuggling, and lazing about was mingled in there with the chores and whatnot. I've decided that one of the days I like best about having extra time off is the luxury of being able to take my time with food preparation. I actually enjoy cooking and being all domestic when it's not rushed and when I don't feel like it's taking up too much of the only real day off I'll get all week. You know, I hate to seem all un-feminist and old-fashioned, but I can get totally psyched about the idea of becoming a domestic diva. I only dislike cooking and cleaning and decorating and general home maintenance when I'm trying to squeeze it into two days a week, which is when it becomes overwhelming. But I know I'd love getting to stay home and focus on all that stuff full-time. I know I'd never get bored. I'd always have twenty projects going at a time, as I'm wont to do anyway.

I guess it's a good thing I'm looking forward to eventually becoming a housewife, since the other day Matt dropped a bit of a bomb with the off-handed mention that he hopes we'll be able to homeschool our hypothetical future kids. Far from being the stink-bomb that you'd expect, it was actually a pleasant surprise, and a relief--I'd been thinking the same thing, and figured it would take some convincing to get him to agree. But hey! He's already there! Further proof that he's SO the guy for me.

Why on earth would I want to homeschool? It's not so much that I'm entirely down on the public school system, or that I have anything but the utmost admiration and respect for teachers. But my own experiences with public school were pretty dismal all the way around. A lot of that simply had to do with the times. My teachers couldn't very well be expected to recognize that I had a learning disorder when nobody had even heard of ADD. But the labels I got instead -- smart but lazy, stupid and lazy, bad kid, bad student, underachiever, full of wasted potential -- those labels did a lot of damage. A lot of teachers slapped that label on me the first day of class and then dismissed me as hopeless for the rest of the semester. And I got bullied relentlessly throughout my entire school career because those labels, combined with ADD-related behaviors I had no idea how to control, caused me to stand out as an easy target.

So, yeah. I don't want any part of that for my hypothetical future kids.

Of course, if we're going to homeschool, one of us has to be home full time, and we'd already talked about how if we have kids I'd like to be a stay-at-home mom. So I guess it'll fall to me. I hope it falls to me, that Matt's eventually able to get a job that will make all of this possible. Not that I plan to let him bring home ALL of the bacon, mind. I'll still write, and I still plan to take the web design training, and I'm still kicking around ideas for eventually going pro with the knitting, for whatever income that's worth. And I realize that none of this is new, some epiphany I've had since getting married that I want to be the happy little homemaker. It's always been my fondest dream to work from home, keep my own hours, and unleash my inner Martha Stewart Sandra Lee in my spare time. I'm just grateful as heck that I've found myself a partner who's on board with all of that.