Confessions of a Housewife

No, I am not going to give you a bunch of juicy gossip to hold against me later so calm down and grab a cup of Joe.

I am a housewife. I don't even consider myself a modern housewife. I am pretty traditional in the wifery department. (Yes, I know wifery is not a word.) I do all the cleaning and shopping and cooking and laundry. I fix the RGH's plate when he is home. I pay bills and run errands and buy gifts and keep track of appointments. You know, all the normal stuff.

Hey, I even shave my legs every day...when the RGH is home...and almost every day when he is not.

So you are wondering, MaryC, aren't you a modern woman? Why would you lower yourself to being a housewife.

Well, allow me to explain instead of punching out anyone who would accuse me of lowering myself under any circumstances. Well, except when someone is offering red wine and dark chocolate if I bow to them but we aren't going to talk about that right now.

I worked for a long time outside the home. I would have been embarrassed to tell someone I was a mere housewife. I was a career woman and I made decent money working. However, I was never very happy. I was in outside sales. There is a lot of pressure in outside sales. Plus, I was a working mom. There is a lot of pressure for working moms. Plus, I was for a time, a single, working mom. There's a frigging pressure cooker for single, working moms. And then I became the RGH's wife and I was a married, working mom whose spouse was gone a lot. Man! That's a lot of pressure.

When our last daughter left home, and the RGH got the two weeks on, two weeks off gig, I became a housewife. If I worked, I would never see the RGH, which would be bad, really bad. Plus, without all those little tax right offs, we were practically giving the government my paycheck anyway. So, here I am. The little stay at home, empty nest, married mom.

Let me tell you, I have never been happier. I have plenty to do. I even have a schedule of sorts. When the RGH is away working, I go into hyper drive and get all the housework, shopping, errands, bills, and other duties taken care of. When the RGH gets home, I focus on spending time with him. I do what housework is necessary but pretty much we do fun stuff or hang out together. It's awesome.

The RGH's love language is Acts of Service so I do a lot of things for him. I fix his plate, fetch his drink, organize his socks by color and so forth. This is what makes him feel loved. THAT is why I do it, not because I am old fashioned or stuck in the fifties. And thankfully, the RGH appreciates, rather than expects the treatment he gets.

In return, I get the things that make me feel loved. My language is Affirmations and physical touch. So he tells me I am pretty and I get lots of hugs and kisses. I feel I am definitely getting my 'money's' worth.

I love my life. I get to see my grandson's often because I am home. I get to spend two weeks a month with the RGH doing whatever we want. It's like having vacation time every month. I don't feel pressure. Hopefully, I take pressure off the RGH by taking care of things for him while he is away.

So I confess, I am a housewife. And PROUD of it.

Blessings,
MaryC