Thoughts On Being A Domestic Goddess

What does being a domestic goddess mean to me? One of the first things that comes to mind is an image of June Cleaver and other 50's TV moms, all dressed up, house perfect, meals on the table at precisely 5pm. But does that really fit into today's world anymore? Not on your life. So what does it mean?

Domestic goddess to me stretches far further then June Cleaver et al. Think back to the middle ages. The woman of the house dealt with everything a lot of the time, even when she had servants. Not all granted, but a lot of them did. They got down and scrubbed with the servants, laid out fresh rush, helped with the animals, cooked, took care of children, helped with the farming, was in charge of running the whole house (including servants), gathered food, treated the ill, helped birth babies...the list just goes on and on.

That is what I aspire to, with some umm slight differences. Yeah, basically I want to be Superwoman, with a modern twist. I want to do more from scratch, have a clean home, decorate for the holidays, entertain my friends and family, and kind of go back to the middle ages...without the bad parts. No cleaning of animals for me...or butchering them...unless I absolutely have to. If the world ended and I had to do that to survive, then sure...But while there are supermarkets, I'll take my meat sterile, thanks. But that's my goal, for now.