Monday, March 26, 2012
The Relunctant Housewife
The thing is...I actually think I could be a good homemaker if I truly committed to it. If it wasn't imperative that I get a paying job. I have my days when I make our home my full-time job. Last Friday I made my entire to-do list chores that would make my house sparkle and start the weekend off nicely. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, did five loads of laundry (and actually folded the clothes AND put them away without the usual buzz of laundy rage in my head), swept and vacuumed the kitchen, dusted, and scrubbed toilets. And we had a lovely ham dinner on the table at actual dinner time (as opposed to 9pm when Brad & I usually have our meal of dip and pickles in front of the TV). I felt really good about it, and about myself. I was proud that I had cleaned the house and made a nice dinner for my family. And then...food hit the floor, coats and shoes were left where they dropped, toys were pulled out, couch cushions became forts and hair ended up in the bathroom sinks. And my pride at supporting my family by providing a clean home turned into an internal rant that started with "do you think this all happens magically..." and ended with "when I get a real job, everyone will have double the chores!!"
I guess my point is that I'm no good with middle ground. If I'm going to be a working (out of the home) mother, I want to commit to that so I get things organized and make it work. If I'm going to work from home, I want to be the best soap scum remover there is and learn some good dinner recipes to create the illusion that I have it all under control. Until I'm able to go in one direction, I'm just going to accept the dead plants in the flower boxes out front and the jelly toast for dinner, and consider myself successful. Because really...no one here notices the clean toilets, and rice with bologna is a perfectly acceptable dinner for most kids.
Posted by Amy Gentry at 12:22 PM