Yep, I am not afraid to admit it…I am a housewife failure.
When I was younger and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up the answer was NEVER “a housewife”. I don’t even ever recall saying I wanted to be a mother. I was never very “kid oriented”. More like kid irritated.
But here I am at the ripe old age of 40 something *coughs* and that’s my exact title HOUSEWIFE. I prefer the title of Corporate Executive Officer Of Souzaville … it just sounds better rolling off my tongue. But let’s face it … that would look a little funny printed on a resume.
Housewife in definition is:
a married woman whose main occupation is caring for her family, managing household affairs, and doing housework.
The problem is I am not very good at the housewife thing. Sure I clean and tidy up from *time to time.
*Translation: 10 minutes before someone is coming over.
I have a laundry pile that my children could play hide and seek in. Hell maybe I will try hiding in the damn pile. Laundry baskets in this house are used for a variation of other things. My children love to dump theirs out and then use them to build forts, use as night stands, or just simply leave lying in the middle of the floor…but never are there dirty clothes inside of them. And up until last year I didn’t even own an iron. What’s an iron for? To make grilled cheese right?
Now in my defense I do have 4 children who are just absolute slobs. I have no idea where they inherited this gene from *coughs again while bubble of husband presents itself over her head* because before they came along you could eat off any floor in my house. I was a clean FREAK!
But after having them I eventually realized that something had to give or I was going to drive myself insane trying to keep up with the term, spotless. The word spotless is no longer a word in my vocabulary. I am surprised I even remember how to spell it.
I mean let’s face it…kids are assigned chores so that we “housewives” don’t have so much housework to do right? I mean they have to learn to earn their keep around here at some point in time. I think the age of 2 isn’t asking too much right?
As for caring for my family, of course I care for them. I care that my boys grow up to be respected men in their community and not to knock up every insecure girl that crosses their path. I care that my girls grow up not to be those insecure girls. And I care that my husband worships me until the day he lies on his death bed…probably claiming that I put him there.
That brings me to the WIFE part of housewife. Yeah I am not very good at that. I don’t do my husband’s laundry but let me explain why. I used to. But then he started complaining about how he wanted his clothes organized a certain way in his closet. Color coordinated. I was like NOPE. Time for you to DIY, my dear husband.
This also sometimes refers to him wanting sex.
I also stopped making his lunch for this same reason. I would pack it…he would complain how it was packed, unpack and repack it, and so I live by the motto that if you don’t like the way someone is doing something, then do it your damn self.
How about a good husband…
Now if my husband is reading this he would be nodding to himself about being every. one. of. these. I will give him 7 out of 9. 😂😳 He can guess the 7.
I am fine with his penis size.
As for managing the household affairs well I manage everything.
- I manage to keep the kids alive.
- I manage not to burn the house down when I cook.
- I manage to get a majority of the housework done within the month.
- I manage not to stab my husband when he really pisses me off.
- I manage to keep my sanity. *looks around in doubt*
- I manage to “occasionally ” find time to make sure my husband doesn’t leave the house hungry or horny. *again looks around in a bit of doubt*
- I manage to laugh out loud sometimes when no one is watching.
- I manage to love myself even when I don’t feel like it sometimes.
- And last but not least I manage to embrace this wonderful life I have created for myself regardless of how much I feel like a failure from time to time.
And with that note…I think I will pour myself a tasty glass of poison, stumble over the pile of laundry, ignore the dust, the dozen or so toys strung from one end of the house to the other, the dirty dishes in the sink, carefully dodge the legos in the carpet, and possibly watch some Netflix or dance in my underwear like no one is watching…well except the 3 small children who are the only ones home right now.
No One’s Perfect,
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