I’m a stay at home mom. If you’re like me, then the term “housewife” makes you bristle. I’m not married to my house. (Like I’d marry that mess!) The word “housewife” conjures up stereotypes of a woman at home in her housecoat, curlers in her hair, popping Valium, smoking, and shushing her brood of children so she can watch her stories.
I’m nothing like that!
I don’t own a housecoat. I spend my days home in my yoga pants thankyouverymuch. Totally different. Housecoat lady used to change and do herself up just before her husband came home. I don’t. I don’t have to. Yoga pants are nice.
Curlers? Puh-leaze! My hair is naturally curly. When it’s clean.
And Valium? Who does that? Half a Xanax here and there (totally different) just ensures that the kids have some memories of me other than my mean face. And that glass of wine is good for my health. (So what if I have big glasses? They were wedding gifts. Can’t be helped.)
I don’t smoke. Do I fantasize about 15 minute breaks outside all throughout the day? Uh, nope. Smoking is bad.
And I definitely don’t watch soaps. I could never waste my time on such tripe. Why would I when I have Grey’s Anatomy and Parenthood on my DVR?
So, before you call a modern mother a housewife, take a minute to remember how much we’ve evolved as a breed.