a happier (smelling) family

I bought perfume and my house is a better place.

I am not saying I was stinky before –

Something about being a mom has empowered something in me. I want to be June Cleaver. I don’t want to be Roseanne Barr. I want to vacuum in heels and I want the house to smell like cookies and pot roast and lavender.

I want to be “woman”. Not slouchy college girl.

So I bought perfume. And it’s changed me. And I think it changed my family too.

Yesterday, I took my hair out of the messy birds nest bun I usually have on the back of my head. I put on a pretty shirt, I put a roast and potatoes in the crock pot and I sprayed on my perfume. And you know what? I didn’t feel oppressed or unappreciated, or any of the things I thought I would feel. I felt awesome and strong and damn good at my job.

And I smelled good doing it.