Up until today, I never had the burning urge to blog. As a housewife and stay-at-home mom, I have plenty of things to keep me busy, and furthermore, who really wants to know about all those seemingly mundane events that make up a SAHM’s day? Sure, I managed to win an epic battle with my demonic washing machine, and teach my youngest to fold dishtowels, so I would have five less things to fold in my never-ending laundry pile, but these events are hardly worth talking about, let alone broadcasting out into Internet ether.
However, after another day of answering the most annoying question on the planet, I finally decided that a blog was the perfect outlet for my frustration. What is the most annoying question for a SAHM? Well, it has many forms, but they all mean essentially the same thing:
- “When are you going back to work?”
- “What do you do all day?”
- “When your youngest starts school, you’re going back to work, right?”
- “Why isn’t your youngest in Pre-K?”
- “How are you not bored all day?”
- “What do you do with all that free time?”
And so on, and so forth. As one of only 2 SAHMs in my oldest’s entire class, I am often barraged with such questions, and then the looks that inevitably follow when I answer. You know, those looks that say “either she’s crazy, or her husband is.”
I grew up with a SAHM. It was awesome. She was there when I came home from school everyday, and I remember sitting at the kitchen table, doing homework while she cooked dinner. We ate a home-cooked dinner at the table together every night, with real place mats and napkins. We talked about our day, developed table manners and relationships. I remember my home being safe, secure, reliable, squeaky clean and the envy of my friends. Not because it was big or fancy, but because, when you walked in, there was always a hot meal, a coke in the fridge, cookies and cakes on the counters and my mom waiting to fuss over and feed you. My mom was a cook, housekeeper, handyman, tutor, taxi driver, financial planner, warden, and a little bit of everything in between.
When my husband and I started our family, there was no question that I would be a SAHM. I wanted to be just like my mom. Little did I know that SAHMs are now becoming the exception, rather than the norm. Everyday, I am shocked at some of the bold, intrusive questions other people ask me, because they have no idea how or why I choose this life. They assume I am in a holding pattern until all my kids are in school, and then I can get a “real” job.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Mwahahaha!
I can only get up and off my soapbox so many times before I even annoy myself.
So, I decided to create this little window into my world as a housewife. I have gotten such great ideas, recipes and tips from other moms’ blogs, as well as inspiration when I am about to go bonkers. I’ll share my own recipes, tips, product reviews, bloopers and other randomness.
Welcome to the crazy house. Grab a diet coke, and some windex, because we’ve got work to do.
