How I became a Housewife.

  How I became a Housewife.

 

 Welcome! To my first blog post for MrsHousewifeWrites.blogspot.com        Here goes....

 Several months ago, I stumbled into Housewifery somewhat accidentally on purpose. I know I know as a writer I just committed an unfavourable sin of the dreaded oxymoron, forgive me? If you do please carry on…

 You see if we take a dive into my past for a moment; as a little girl of around nine years old and being from a divorced family with parents that worked around the clock. I decided there and then that I would be happy in life if I could have just have a lovely home and a lovely husband to go with it and preferably a few small trimmings to make it perfect. I told myself I would never even consider having children until I could be 100% sure that I would be with the father of said children until death do us part. However, that little nine year old grew up and began to understand reality and having children is a gift not necessarily a choice. Anyway, where I was going with this is, I have met my Prince charming, and we are engaged (to skint to get married at this present moment –well with the big white dress and flowers and posh cars anyway.) We have bought a lovely home and it really is right down to the foundations of the place, sure it needs some tweaking and a splash of paint here and there but we love it and it really does feel like home.

  Well when we moved here some months ago I sort of fell into being a full-time, fully-fledged stay at home as in not go out to work Housewife. Yes me.

  Well when I sat back and pondered that thought for just a moment I realised that, could we afford for me to not go back to work, (well part of it was Hobson’s choice to be brutally honest. I had in fact, been Doctor ordered to take some time off work for stress and dare I admit it depression.) With all this and without realising it I could actually begin my lifelong ambition to take care of house and home and yes –lady feminists out there –shock horror take care of my Husby. (I call him Husby as calling him my fiancé feels such a transitional stage/term to use, I am sure with everything I can muster that the boy and me will be together for as-long as we both shall live -see I really do want to get down that aisle!) I know I may sound boring to most especially all you go getting business ladies out there (-don’t get me wrong if you have a set ambition in life whether it be career orientated or not in my case I think everyone should go and do whatever make them happy in this respect!) But I can honestly say that I love nothing more than having a lovely, happy contented home-life and if me staying at home to create that then who am I to say no??

Oh who am I kidding I just like the fact that should I wish to, I can flick the hoover about a bit and stick some supper in the slow cooker and then I can throw myself into my newly upholstered wingback, stick on some peaceful music and snuggle down with a new book each day.

  Don’t despair I am able to and do, do this from time to time but if I stayed in my Pj’s every day and left the house to its own devices everything would descend into chaos, sooner or later -let me tell you!

  So boo to anyone who thinks that being a Full-time Housewife is boring, unfulfilling and unworthy of your respect – do not look down on us Housewives, I just dare you to attempt a day in our lives! And to my fellow Housewives or those of you that juggle both a career and a home I salute you and I hope this blog brings you some amusing laughs and some helpful hints or at the very least a happy distraction from the pile of pots in the sink or that stack of dirty laundry.

 

TTFN,

Mrs N, A Happy Housewife.

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