On a scale of 1 to 10: How domestic are you?

Ohh I'd say I'm about a four. You guys know this. I'm more inclined to tidy and stuff things under the bed than actually getting down on my hands and knees to scrub/wipe/dust something. And my idea of a yummy home-cooked meal very well might involve something out of a can. (After all, black beans make everything better.) And even though I truly do enjoy baking and entertaining, I rarely do it. Why? Because it's expensive. And my apartment is small. I'm confident I will step up my domestic game to at least a 7 when the time comes for me to be a wifey and a mommy, but for now I'm going to eat cereal and froyo for dinner without a flicker of guilt.

So yeah, you can only imagine my reaction when I got a voice message from Courtenay last night telling me she was heading to her smock making class. Smock making? Yes. Now that is some SERIOUS domestic shit, y'all. Off.the.charts. I have friends who are gardening (you know, for fun), buying houses and popping out babes, but this smock making business takes first prize. Court reasoned that making a little baby smock thingy is only about $20 compared to the $80 baby dresses sold at boutiques. Makes sense. Even still, kudos to you, girlfriend!

I don't think I would have succeeded as a 50's, 60's or even 70's housewife. I believe in taking care of your man and all that jazz, but I have limits. My mom waited on my dad hand and foot. He certainly deserved it, but his inability to make a ham sandwich or bring dirty dishes to the sink was pretty darn humorous! Bless his heart.

So tell me: How domestic are you on a scale of 1 to 10? How have things changed as you've gotten older?