Housewife

I got to have coffee with one of our contractors yesterday. We started talking about his family. He has a boy a little younger than Mark. I asked him what his wife does. He told me she is a housewife. That started me thinking. I would never call myself that. I would not be flattered if Jason called me a housewife either. While I do take care of our house I don't consider myself a housewife. I do the cooking, the laundry, the bills, the cleaning, and the grocery shopping. But I don't consider these things my job. I do them as a side to what my real job is. I am a stay at home mom. My job is the health and well being of my kids. It is my job to keep them fed and clothed. It is my job to make sure they get played with everyday. (It's a tough job but someone has to do it.) It is my job to make sure they say please and thank you and all other facets of civilized behavior. This is my job. Not the laundry. I don't think housewife is a term for my generation of women. My generation of women are Stay At Home Moms Extraordinaire. Housewife seems very 1950s to me. Like I should frittering about the kitchen is puffy skirt. While I do fritter a bit in the kitchen; I wouldn't be caught dead in the skirt. Very not me. SAHME. That's me.


I bet when he said that he never would have guessed it would get me thinking so.