Greetings from the 1950s.
Today is my third day of playing housewife (my maternity leave started on Monday), and I'm really getting into the role. As I type this, I have a batch of Snickerdoodles in the oven and a load of baby clothes in the washing machine. I've already made a shopping date with another mat-leaver for next Tuesday and of course I woke up at 7am to pack my husband's lunch and wave from the doorway as he headed out to the office. It may get old eventually, but I'm digging this homemaker gig for now. Who needs silly things like a connection to the outside world or financial independence when they can have a lace-trimmed apron and hot rollers?
Oh! There's my oven timer--gotta go.
1 comments:
It would be fun to play housewife for a bit. Not sure how much I'll be able to do it with only 3 months off and a looming C-section recovery. Enjoy!
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