Domestic Demi-Goddess

Today was divine joy, and I truly felt this card.
I have been unemployed for almost a year now. I had visions of what I wanted to do with this time. Today was the first day in all this time that I felt that I was doing what I wanted.
While Andy tells me that I set the feminist movement back when I say this, I do indeed want to be a housewife. I keep telling him that feminism isn't that I can't be a housewife, it's that I have that choice, and not have the role thrust upon me.
Today, I was a HOME MAKER. I was actively making my home. 2 loads of laundry done, folded, and put away. A load of groceries bought and put away. A large batch of vegetable soup made and put into the freezer in smaller batches. A large batch of Butternut Squash Ginger Apple soup, same thing. A home made pizza for dinner. 2 messes from a bulimic cat cleaned up. Dishes done, kitchen clean....this is what I want to do. Take care of my home (and home includes the actual building and those in it).
I hate to say this, but it is certainly easier to keep the house clean since Andy is not here. There is nothing more frustrating than cleaning, and then finding a mess that I didn't create.
You can always tell when the house is a disaster, I spend more time on the computer. My laptop is in the bedroom. When the house is a disaster, I hide. I don't want to see it or deal with it. So I hole up in the bedroom. I have my computer, books, and a television. That's enough to get me through the day. Catch 22...the house is a mess so I hide, but the more I hide, the messier the house gets. Right now the house is clean, and so it's easy to keep it up. I've made this promise before, but I make it again, I intend to keep it this way.
I'd call myself a domestic goddess, but I save that term for my sister who does things like what I did today, but does it with 2 kids under the age of 2. I'm not in her ranks yet.