Domesticity rocks

A cake in the oven, washing on the line, peeling potatoes and listening to Morning Glory by Oasis on a CD! Heaven!

I like this life.

This life of domesticity. 

I look out of the freshly cleaned windows and enjoy the garden.

Could I do this longer? Absolutely.

Much longer? Possibly.

I think I could.

So what would I miss?

The high heels and nice dresses. The coffee chats and office gossip.

The feeling of being someone, beyond wife and mother.

The deadlines and presentations.

The interviews and decisions.

Could I trade it in?

Right now I say yes.

But could I really.

Probably not.

I am good in the office, navigating the political playground and helping decisions be made in the benefit of the people. 

So whilst I enjoy the final few days, I dream a little of another life, but it is a dream. One that I enjoy right now and know it is just a dream. Well for now at least.