I thought the Elizabethan collar fungi was especially exquisite–Tamana Negara Jungle.
Suffering profoundly from jet-lag. How will I ever get up for the gym again? Not to mention I have my entire Master’s degree hanging in the balance. I must get my act together and get back on the treadmill that is North American life.
I missed my daughters so much on my journey that all I wanted was to get back to my girls. And finally I am home with them again and I realize that I have many responsibilities to ensure our life together is good.
I need staff. I cannot possibly keep up the cleaning, renovating, cooking, wardrobes, lessons and leisure duties that keep a family home running. Peter is a man whose life is his work. Home is a place to crash. Thus I am responsible for all that is “home.” It really is too much for one woman. Especially when the woman is also someone who is building a career. Mine is the generation without help. I need a housekeeper, handyman and gardener. I simply cannot do it all well.
I am the mother who wants to be with her children–playing, exploring. I do not want to be chained to household chores and ignore my babes.
This is my constant struggle: to have a home that runs smoothly and have time to just be with my daughters and pursue a small place in the art world for me.