Domestic Bliss

I suffer from chronic laziness, borne of apathy and depression. When I have the idea that I want to bake, or should bake to fulfill my role as mother provider, nurturer, it takes me days to get down to it. I baked cookies yesterday, finally, and made us a good simple dinner. Roast potatoes, goat cheese salad, and scrambled eggs for Pearl. I sliced apples and put them on the table on a plate with some of the cookies. While I am cooking and generally dominating my kitchen I experience a sense of wellbeing and happiness. My low level ever present depression lifts and I feel hopeful. Riding that wave of happiness, I managed to load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen before collapsing into bed at 10.