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.