be a housewife

Sometimes I feel bad, because mostly of my friends (well maybe all of them), want to be professionals and have a job, work and maybe after have a family… I mean I know that is ok for them so I don’t want anybody to criticize me for what I want. I mean, even my parents and big sister, tell me that I’m such a dumb for wanting that. I just dream so badly to become a housewife, make breakfast to my husband and kids, clean my house, help kids with their homework and wait the whole day for see my husband again. I really want to be like the moms from the old tv shows who are simply devoted to their families. I don’t mess with others dreams so I don’t want nobody to criticize mine.

after a roller coaster career of 5 yrs I turned housewife…was so scared initially but its strange but true that I hv never been this happy before and I feel so complete.
Sometimes it feels that two incomes would really help but it doesnt weigh on my chest n till thn I happy serve my husband another helping of a new dish I experimented with :)

I’m frustrated and very happy. I’m happeir than I’ve ever been but occasionally upset with my lack of accomplishments. This is all about how I look at what I do in a day. What I used to do between my accomplishments is now what I concider “getting something done.” It takes a lot of fortitude to stay home and care for little ones. It takes more to admit you are upset at times and move on. I’ve learned to love my life by being a housewife.

I remember the first day I was alone at home and realized that the house I lived in was mine! It was so scary and overwhelming. I bought a cheap notebook and listed each room and what needed to be done in it and how often. After almost two months I have a schedule for cleaning. I bought an index card box and cut recipes off of boxes and out of magazines and tape them to index cards. I have a tab for different things (chicken meals, ground beef, and so on). I really love doing things like cleaning, cooking, and stuff. All of my friends have started college though. It does get lonely. There are not many women in my neighborhood that are housewives.

I’ve exclusively been the homemaker. At times I felt very frustrated, trapped; in retrospect I think it was my view of my circumstances more than my circumstances themselves. Having small children at home was hard, HARD for me, but I didn’t realize how temporary it was. My Dad’s wisdom was that putting your children’s welfare and development at the center of your life for a few years would make them strong and solid and ready to be on their own; and after that you could worry about them a lot less.

He was right. Not only that, but they are so much fun now. The eldest graduates this Friday and I’m going to miss having him around.

Someone here excused herself to feminists for feeling warm and fuzzy about making soup for her husband. If feminism means criticizing women who find it satisfying to do a kindness for a person they love simply because he’s male, something is wrong with it – it is limiting women rather than expanding them. Men, after all, can do a similar kindness for a beloved woman and be applauded. Kindness is kindness. Wives and mothers at home have a lot of opportunity to offer kindness to people they care about, and kindness feels good – we shouldn’t feel apologetic for that.

I made my husband lunch when he came home on his break just now. Funny how just a little thing like dumping a can of soup in a pan and heating it up for someone can make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Okay, all you feminists can stop rolling your eyes and screaming in horror now….

I was never cut out for working two jobs. But that is pretty much what I do. 7 days a week, I either go and work for my store, or I stay and work for myself. I wish I could just do the one thing that gives me satisfaction and do it very, very well. I love cooking for my family and creating an enjoyable place for them to live. The sad thing is that I have to find a way to give my all to my paying job and whatever is left over to keeping house and taking care of my family. And everyone gets cheated, including me, because I am stretched so thin that no one, NOBODY, gets my best. Sometimes unfortunately they get my worst.

my master evil plan is to sell our current house, using the profits to pay off the credit cards and squirrel away a nice nest egg. once that’s done, we’ll be able to live comfortably on one income. his! whee!