Wednesday, October 18, 2017

What This Is - What This Isn't

This blog has been requested. Well, a couple of people thought it was a funny idea, but they are people I listen to, so here goes.

A few years ago when I decided to quit working outside the home, thereby cutting my workload in half, I became a housewife. My husband, silly man, was overwhelmed with joy. He lives in a world where Donna Reed and Father Knows Best exist as a real thing. He believes he's in a reality where women really love to iron their husband's work shirts.

My husband is much lazier than I am. I am, at the very least, willing to feed myself.

We live in a world where we are all busy or trying to look busy. I'm not. I'm a slug. I hate dusting, sweeping, mopping, laundry, scrubbing tile... Yeah, I hate it all. But, it has to be done. The secret is walking that fine line of getting someone with better knees than you to scrub the kitchen floor to just be grossed out enough to do it before your own gag reflex kicks in. I am hoping to give hope and balance to young housewives who do not have the benefit of my years of experience handling men and getting the to pick up their own damned socks.

We'll see how I do.