I ironed his shirt and jacket last night.  We woke today for oatmeal and coffee; he kissed me on the cheek, and walked out the front door.  My little exploration geologist!  And my life as a Texas housewife begins.

I’ll let you peek at my “to-do” list (and my progress) for the day:

Laundry

Bathroom

Bills/Rent

Library?

Visitor’s Bureau

Order wireless router

Resume – update

Call P & P

Call AK – script

Vacuum

Of course I also walked Sandy (or she walked me), surfed the net for job prospects, did the breakfast dishes, and changed the sheets on the bed.  I’m in sweats, not a shirtdress, pearls, and heels – do I lose points for that?

It is strange being unemployed because I have always worked.  I don’t really like not working; it doesn’t suit me because I need more structure.  These endless hours seem ripe for getting things done but, for me, the more time on my hands the more idle they become.  I guess I am just a deadline kind of person.

So here I sit at noon on Monday, poised to continue crossing things off of my list (a list that doesn’t include “blogging”) but paying perhaps too close attention to the latest rerun of CSI on Spike.

Therefore I am pleased to announce my new “Houston Housewife Experiment” series, which will last only as long as I am living under my husband’s roof, dammit.  I’m not sure if this will end up being a really inspired blog theme or just a bunch of posts about housework and trying not to eat all of the ice cream that's in the freezer while I’m home all day.  With ice cream in the freezer.

It's in there right now.