The things I do
Him: “Soon we’ll be a two-income family again!”
Me: “And they’re both yours! I’m going to earn my keep with [redacted].”
HIm: “Write me your job description.”
Today I am finishing my job description, for a job that I am baffled to have, and also extraordinarily lucky.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a Housewife.
Last week a friend asked me, “don’t housewives usually have kids? What do you have, a dog?”
Yes, we have a dog, and no children. But a housewife is not a stay-at-home mom, or whatever the appropriate description is for that challenging role. My mom dislikes the term ‘housewife,’ even when I was doing that job for her. She & my dad really enjoyed “Stay at Home Daughter,” but that’s really not a good way to describe my relationship to my husband. The most important thing about what I will do as a housewife is this: make his life easy. Because he makes my life.
One of the items going into my list is this blog. I will be writing. More, better, consistently. It’s probably going to be a lot of self-important navel-gazing about what it’s like to be an accidentalish housewife. I have some other things I think I want to write about, but I’m not sure whether they’ll be up here. As you can expect, it will be erratic. Probably also drunk.
For now, though, back to codifying my goals, then on to another accountability, shaving my legs, in pursuit of a third, which I won’t spell out here, but you can probably guess. It is Wednesday, after all… (wink, wink).
ps: don’t let me forget to tell you about the many ways I have bruised myself this week. Because I am awesome.
