Housewives tend to spend a lot of time doing things around the house alone. So what goes on inside the head of a housewife? What do we think about during the 15 minute task at hand? What odd scenarios play out in our heads while we sit on the floor folding clothes, or rock a nursing baby to sleep? What issues do we dwell on while making the kids lunch? What problems do we solve/create while we do the laundry? Here’s what goes on in my head…
About Me
- Sarah
- I have dedicated all of my time to the welfare, upkeep, control, future, problem solving, compromising, cleanliness, and order to my home, my children, my dog, my two cats, my two fish, and my husband. I have opted to put all my time, sanity, self control, patience, impatience, good grace, and stellar personality into this effort. I am happy to clean, willing to be walked all over, content to attend to my dirty duties, and totally convinced I have the best job in the world. Give or take a couple days.
August 30, 2010
..while stirring the jello
I am the model of productivity! I have the jello made, hard boiled 18 eggs, did the grocery shopping. I am feeling great! Big smile on my face! Wait a minute, laundry isn't done, floor needs to be swept, basement needs to be cleaned, bathrooms are a mess, every room needs to be picked up, dinner needs to be prepared, dishwasher needs to be loaded. Never mind. I guess boiling eggs and making jello doesn't really make me that productive.
...while picking up the pieces
So I sit here holding the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ziplock bags that are supposed to contain separate puzzles. As I handed Clara the box of different puzzles I shouted "don't mix them up!" Yes, to my three year old, I give those instructions. Like she'll say "sure mom, no problem, I got this under control, I'll do one at a time." I know as I say it that she is going to mess them all up for for some reason only God understands I let her take them all into the living room. I come back later to see them all over the floor and I know damn well I can't yell at her for it because she is three, I knew better, and it is my fault. So I am stuck down here separating the penguin pieces from the cat pieces, the flower pieces from the... what the hell is this a picture of?? Yes, there we go, all of them into one bag. Done. I have lost the desire to have all of them separate. Maybe in the future I will find the motivation to put them together individually so I can decide what piece goes with what puzzle. For now, however, I have a giant bag of six or seven puzzles in my basement.
August 17, 2010
...while preparing lasagne
Housewife. Why HOUSEwife? What other types of "wife" are there? Are we called housewife in Poland? Or Africa? Or Korea? Why not a "kitchenwife"? If you work are you called a workwife? Why aren't I a housemom? Housemomwife? What a stupid train of thought. But I really want to know what I would be called if I lived in another country.
August 13, 2010
...while drying up the lake Clara created in the hallway
I wonder if kids ever truly feel sorry when they get yelled at and are forced to say sorry. It seems more like they are secretly thinking "dude, Mom, why are you freaking out, don't you know how much fun it is to play with water in the house?" I don't think they truly grasp the concept. Even if it's fun, it's naughty. Do I have the right as a loving mother to yell at them for doing something they just don't realize is very very bad? Can I honestly punish my daughter for having very creative fun time simply because it makes my life hell for the 2 minutes it takes to clean up? At least her barbie is nice and clean...along with the floor in the middle of my hallway.
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