Real talk: stay-at-home wives/husbands are still a thing. Regardless of whether this is good or bad or incapable of being either good nor bad, can we acknowledge it? For certain reasons, my family functions best with just my significant other working.
This allows me to watch our rescue pups who suffer from separation anxiety, cook, clean, and generally take care of the home so when the SO comes home, it’s relax time. He gets home at night and we get to talk about our days, he gets some alone time, we get couple time and “family” time with the dogs. It also gives me the freedom to blog, read, explore photography & graphic design, and generally research interesting things to my hearts content.
This was never, however, my plan. I assumed I would grow up, get a bachelor’s degree, get a mediocre job where I would work my ass off to climb the ladder. My career of my dreams was ever-morphing as I grew up but always something I was passionately invested in, even if that meant 10 and 12 hour days.
All of that dream morphing and I never once considered staying at home a possibility. My education never required any home economics courses. Now that I’ve been thrown into this life, I not only have to come to terms with reality vs expectations but also things like: cooking meals when there is no food in the fridge, how are you supposed to get silly string out of wool sweaters, and how do you do laundry by hand when you can’t afford to pay for $5 a load and don’t own a yard for line drying? (Silly string comes off of walls with a little water, easy peasy, but don’t worry – you’ll still find it all over the house for at least a week.)
The housewives of the 50s would’ve known long before becoming a wife how to send your husband to work with something constituting vegetables, if not the silly string dilemma. They would be disciplined to wash the pots and pans right away so they never become crusty in the first place, but if they dried up anyway, those women wouldn’t shy away from a little elbow grease because working hard was just part of the job.
It’s 2016. We’ve got rights! And jobs! And no time for frivolous activities like cleaning houses, dammit! Still, if taking a physical education course was mandatory, I’d love to know why it’s not mandatory to learn how to fix torn clothing that is otherwise perfectly good & how so many college students arrive on campus with no clue how to make anything beyond ramen noodles and macaroni and cheese.