Are there really desperate housewives out there? Women that are not content with their lives, marriages, homes, husbands, relationships, etc? Being a homemaker/stay-at-home-mom/housewife is not a glamorous life, but it can still be both fun and fulfilling. Is glamour really THAT appealing? I’m happy with my comfortable, predictable life.
Maybe I’m the minority, but I am a non-desperate housewife. I am a content, fulfilled, thankful housewife. I am satisfied with my relationship with my husband. Although my days are not always adventurous or exciting, I don’t suffer from wanderlust. I may complain sometimes, but I do get great joy and satisfaction out of caring for my family. Maybe that’s a taboo thing to say being that this is 2015, but it’s true. I enjoy being needed. I don’t feel overlooked, mistreated, ignored, neglected, or desperate.
I don’t have much time time to myself, but when that starts to wear on me I remember that all too soon my nest will be empty, and then I might have too much time to myself. So some of those books I want to read, crafts I want to do, and art projects I want to try may just have to wait for a few years. And that’s OK! For now I spend that time folding laundry and wiping off fingerprints instead. Glamorous? No. I may not always do it with a thankful heart, in fact I may do it while grumbling under my breath, but deep down I am a thankful housewife. I may not be the “picture perfect” stay-at-home mom –sometimes I stay in my stretchy pants and we don’t always have fresh baked cookies on any given day of the week. I don’t have a Pinterest-worthy handmade wreath on the front door for every season and holiday. My house doesn’t look like an ad in ‘Better Homes and Gardens’. I get behind on laundry. And sometimes I’m tired and grumpy. But we have lots of love. We have family meals. And we have togetherness. We’re comfortable. We pray, we laugh, we cuddle…and we annoy each other. We do chores. We tell stories. We work together. We fight, we hug, we yell, and play games. My family is my treasure.
I don’t have it all together. I try my best to stay organized, but we still run late or forget something now and then. I’m NOT a perfect housewife, but I’m certainly not desperate either.