I am a housewife, a Stay At Home Mom, whatever you want to call me. I’ve written a lot about how grateful I am to my husband that we can afford for me to be available to my family whenever they need me.
If you want to read more about my life as a SAHM, you can read my guest post on The Tale Of Mummyhood: Mum Is Best series.
Just in case though: “Thank you my love, I’m very grateful, as I’m sure are you.”
Disclaimer and Recognition
Also … Yes, I realise that working moms do all this AND go to work. Well done you guys! I’m actually jealous! I’d love to get away from all the tasks I refer to below and do something with my day that actually feels meaningful and appreciated whilst also contributing financially to my family and having regular conversations with adults. You guys rock!
Now that I’ve got all that out of the way, please read the rest of this post with your sarcasm filter ‘on’!
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The life of a housewife / Stay At Home Mom is not all manicures, coffee dates, gym workouts or regular visits to the hairdresser. Actually, none of the housewives that I am friendly with live like that.
The reality is that I never get my nails done, I don’t go to the gym, I only go get my hair done once every six months – maybe, and I might do a coffee date maybe once every three weeks.
Don’t cry for me, it’s mostly due to the fact that I have other priorities, and not enough time.
Whilst doing the housework, laundry, grocery shopping, family tasks and errands etc, all fall to me, there are a number of tasks that are ‘my‘ job that I absobloodylutely loathe! If admitting that makes me an ungrateful b*tch, then so be it.
In no particular order, here is my list of reasons why I hate being a housewife:
Cleaning the bathroom:
Gross! I hate it! Toilets, shower walls, bath scum, hair! *Vomit* This also includes picking up wet towels and hanging them up CORRECTLY! FYI – NO! Bundling them together in a heap on the side of the bath doesn’t count, neither does hanging two or three wet towels on top of each other! Seriously, please don’t even bother. *eye roll*
Rolling or unrolling the garden hosepipe:
it’s hard, it always kinks, gets stuck or pops off the tap, and I always break a nail (yes, one of the unmanicured ones!) *Tut*
No matter how good I am at planning my grocery list, and sticking to the list and budget, I can guarantee that I will be home from the grocery store for no more than 10 minutes before I find something that has been finished and put back in the cupboard or that will be finished by the next use, such as the juice/cordial! Always! Every. Single. Time. Why?? FFS!
Cleaning out the bin:
I don’t mind taking the bin bag out, or wheeling the big bin out onto the sidewalk to be collected, or even having to run up the street behind the dustbin truck because I almost forgot … it’s not that. It’s cleaning out the plastic bin where all the juices of grossness have leaked out the split bag *vomit*!
There are two points I hate under this topic actually. a) my family know I don’t check pockets so if you don’t empty them before putting them on the floor next to the laundry basket, then when their contents get ruined in a hot wash cycle, I really have no remorse. None. Nada. Get over it. And b) matching up the socks. I hate it. I don’t even bother turning them the right way round, if I find two that look like they might match, they go together. If you don’t like it, you are more than welcome to take my housewife crown and do it yourself. The only way to enjoy matching socks is maybe after your second large glass of wine! *ching ching*
I wrote this entire blog post in my head today, whilst doing ALL these things, except for the last one, I’m only on my first glass so far!
What’s your worst household chore? I’m sure I’ve missed a few …
** All meme’s borrowed from various people on Pinterest. Don’t forget to check out my favourite pinterest board: Mom Humour!