I played domestic today!

I had the day off work today, so I cleaned up the house and actually went to the bank, and the bakery, and grocery shopping and baked blueberry muffins and cooked my brothers dinner (steak and boiled baby potatoes, salad and beer) and had to try to keep it hot while they took forever to come upstairs from doing woodworking and then decided they had to not only shower first, but give themselves a haircut. Dinner was great, though.

It was nice and all. The whole domestic thing. But somehow... I have this strange aversion. This nagging voice in me keeps getting all panicky and telling me that this is what marriage is- spending the day catering to and cleaning up after someone else. And part of me is totally relieved and excited about that, but the other part of me is like... yeah.

That could so easily turn ugly with the wrong person.