Housewifery

Coming home from work tonight I found Dave snoring in bed.  I've worked nights for over a year now and this is the first time I've come home and he hasn't been there to give me a hug and ask me about my day.  It was a big surreal.  At first I wondered if he was upset with me, but I think he was just exhausted.  He's been super busy and I think life is stressing him out right now.  I feel like I need to step up and start helping him out.  I know I've said it before but I lack all the wonderful qualities that females used to specialize in; things like "keeping house."  Domestic qualities are somehow lacking in my personality.

What I'm about to say may insult a feminist and those who worked so hard to get women out of the house and into the workforce but I want to embody some of those classic housewife traits.  Of course, I also want to make my own money and find a job that I can invest myself in but I'd also like to learn how to cook.  Also, I'd like to find it within me to clean the apartment on a daily basis.  Honestly, when I read different tips on "how to be a good housewife" I feel like I should be offended but I'm not really.  Maybe it's because I know that Dave would never expect me to embody all those traits and I don't feel like I have to meet each expectation.  The idea of keeping yourself attractive for your husband, learning to cook, maintain your home, and other tips are not that repulsive.

As I write this, I am disappointed in myself.  Once again, I'm not expressing myself clearly.  My post is not that well thought out or well written.  I'm reminding myself that this blog is not supposed to contained daily well written posts but just be used to get my thoughts out.  My goal is to write everyday and I'm doing that.  This will be one of the many posts that maybe one day I'll revisit.  Now, I just need to get out the most basic ideas.  Maybe next year, I'll set the goal to write a blog that someone might want to read.