Some things...

There are some things that I think husbands of housewives just don't understand.

We understand you work hard. We understand that you make sacrifices of your free time for your family. We understand your need for relaxation and time to yourself. We understand that you think we do nothing all day and that you do all the work. We even accept that fact that at any point in any day you will throw at us that your life and/or jobs "suck" and you get to do nothing for yourself. All these things we acknowledge and accept.

What we don't understand is how a husband can leave the house at 7am, go from one job to the next without seeing his wife and then call to tell her he is going out after job number two. What husbands don't understand is we, the housewives, are at home, thinking of you all day, waiting for you to get home. Waiting to share our day with an adult, our best friend, our husband. Waiting to see your face, kiss your lips, hold your hand, touch your skin, smell your scent. It is what gets us through our day here at home, knowing that in 14 hours, 9 hours, 3 hours, or 15 minutes the one person on the planet we want to spend our few minutes of free time with is almost here.

And no one and no thing can ever replace our want for you, the longing we feel when your gone, and the emptiness and loneliness that is a home without you here.

I don't want to be anywhere you are not.
I don't want to be doing anything you can not.
I don't want to be with anyone....but you.

Stereotype This

I made a promise to my husband when we got married that I would NEVER be the "frumpy housewife". I can raise my children, tackle the bills, and maintain a household without looking like a bum. In this effort I took a picture today to prove that I am sticking to my word.

And I'm 6 months pregnant.

You know your a housewife when...

You get more excited over a washer and dryer than anything else you've acquired in the last six months. Seriously, I almost cried last night while Ben and his friend Jay were loading them into Jay's truck to take to the new house. I am so excited. I can actually do my own laundry. Without going to a laundromat or family members and without quarters!!!!!

This is me, doing a happy housewife dance. :)

The Closet

My husband like most husbands insist on holding onto every t-shirt, sweatshirt, ripped jeans and pair of socks they had since middle school. After countless requests for him to please de-clutter and sort through is closet I decided to do it myself this week. I thew out every shirt with a ring on the collar, or hole in it. If it was faded or was in regards to childish cartoons or dating it also went into the trash. If it was marked size small (which my husband is not) it was also deemed unworthy and sent to the garbage.

In return I bought my wonderful husband 10 new t-shirts to wear and granted him total go ahead to go buy himself a new wardrobe and left him a total of about five complete outfits; five bottoms, five tops, and three nice ties left in the closet.

Let this be a lesson to housewives everywhere.

If you want something done you have to do it yourself...and then deal with the whining that comes with cleaning your mans closet out.

Eureka

Today I learned that if you limit the toys you limit the mess.

Exhibit A; Less toys in the bins, and on the shelf = less toys on the floor

Exhibit B; If you only give him twenty or so cars at a time, instead of 125 you limit your chances of tripping on them throughout the house.

*he does have curtains in his room, they are in the wash.

The little helper

So today while I was cleaning my house and doing my usual housewife chores I asked my three year old if he would clean his room for mommy. Happily, literally with a huge smile, he replied "sure mommy". How blessed am I to have such a helpful little man around when I need one. As I finished up dusting all the shelves and countertops in the living room I heard "I'm done!" being yelled from his room. He then came barreling around the corner with a huge smile on his face and said "You and daddy are gonna be so proud of me." I couldn't help but smile when I entered his room and found this:

The little man cleaned his room alright. Not by actually putting things where they belonged in his room but but stacking EVERYTHING on top of his toy bucket. I gave him a huge hug, a sticker for his chart, and left it just like that.

Way to go little man, way to go.

I don't get paid enough for this

Housewife Rant

Today I decided to tackle the bathroom. Really get on my hands and knees and scrub, scrub, scrub. I got all my cleaners together, bought some new towels and a bathmat to celebrate the new birth of my ultra clean and oh so child friendly new bathroom. I found a bunch of recipes online for safe, eco/child friendly home made cleaners. (Most of which use lemon or vinegar). Knowing I was going to take on this project today I picked up those things and the new bathroom stuff yesterday so I would be prepared. I have now been scrubbing my bathtub for a little over 3 hours. I used all the homemade cleaners in different sections of the tub to compare results. Best cleaner; Vinegar and baking soda (Pro; it makes a neat fizzing noise like those volcanos we all made in grade school. Con; my bathroom smells like fish and chips.)

I remove the shelf from the bathroom I scrub the floor, the walls, and just as I am about to take on the toilet Aidan runs over to tell me he loves me. Now as beautiful as this sentiment is I know this also means my son is up to something. I can smell poop. I ask oh so nicely "Aidan did you poop in your pants instead of on your potty". He replies "No mommy I pooped in the potty I am playing with it like playdoh".

Thats right. I go into the childs room where I 'THINK' he is playing with his trains to find a poop smeared shelf, potty, and floor.

Awesome.


I really need to talk to my boss about my working conditions.

Aftermath

This is why housewives can't take a day off, even if it is because they are sick with an expecting child and a huge bout of morning sickness (which should be called all-day sickness).

I present to you Exibit A; my kitchen.

Now my house is usually very clean lately, I pride myself in it and look at it as my WORK, so I need to do it everyday. It is my contribution to our household. The usual housewife stuff; cook, clean, laundry, raise children. I am amazed that with ONE day off my kitchen was victim to the boys.

things that go bump in the night

I am still not sleeping.

First ultrasound tomorrow so we can actually determine how far I am officially. I am so tired all the time and yet I can NOT sleep at night. I am exhausted all day which I fear I am taking out on my three year old son. Not abusively just pathetically, like I pop in a sesame street movie so I can cuddle up with him and rest instead of doing art projects or baking cookies like usual.

Speaking of baking I have my second contracted job this weekend. Making over 50 cupcakes for a babyshower and another baby shower requiring a triple layer cake on the 17th. Slow business is still good business. I'll take it. I wish my business cards would come in already....