I am not a housewife. Or so I thought. I fought it from the first moment we came to Switzerland the first time. My husband discouraged it, luckily.
I am not a housewife. Or, at least not a good one. I tend to mix laundry up. Put clean clothes next to dirty ones. Leave cleaning supplies out long after they have done their duty. We have more baby blue t-shirts than crisp white ones. I dread making the bed, and chances are, if you saw the bed on any given day, you would not be able to tell if I accomplished the goal... I did. I am just not good at it.
I am not a housewife. I refuse to keep up with my daily chores and prefer to spend time reading, networking, applying to jobs and coming up with business ideas. I plan to take over the world, not the home.
I am not a housewife. They say women spent the 80's and 90's proving they could do it all and now they want to take a break and care of their husband and children. I know I am not a housewife. I am not trying to prove that I can do it all. I just am.
So, as much as I fight it. A spade is a spade. For the time being, I am not a great housewife, but maybe I am...