Define "housewife"

Taking a thought off of LVGurl on this one.

Hubs and I were having a conversation the other day, about who knows what, and he referred to my job as a “housewife”. (He wasn’t trying to be demeaning, just calling it like he sees it.) I immediately had a problem with this verbiage and called him on it. He was quite dismayed at my reaction. What was the big deal? You are a housewife. Yes, yes, I get that, but the picture that comes to my mind when I think of a housewife, is some chippy from the 50’s with her dress, heels and apron on holding a tray of cookies and a cocktail for the man of the house as he enters the front door. Just doesn’t ring true in my home.

That, I believe, is the issue with that term. I am not a housewife, but I do run the house and everything that comes with it. I manage all the finances. I am primary caretaker of our child. I am in charge and perform most household duties. I shop or oversee all purchases for the home. I do all of this while my husband works full time and makes it possible for me to stay home with our son. So, technically, I AM a housewife. BUT why the hang up on the title?

Does the “Stay at Home Mom” title even cover it? Is there another term that would nip all of this in the bud, and give our job a millennium face lift? Do tell…

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Define "housewife"

Taking a thought off of LVGurl on this one.

Hubs and I were having a conversation the other day, about who knows what, and he referred to my job as a “housewife”. (He wasn’t trying to be demeaning, just calling it like he sees it.) I immediately had a problem with this verbiage and called him on it. He was quite dismayed at my reaction. What was the big deal? You are a housewife. Yes, yes, I get that, but the picture that comes to my mind when I think of a housewife, is some chippy from the 50’s with her dress, heels and apron on holding a tray of cookies and a cocktail for the man of the house as he enters the front door. Just doesn’t ring true in my home.

That, I believe, is the issue with that term. I am not a housewife, but I do run the house and everything that comes with it. I manage all the finances. I am primary caretaker of our child. I am in charge and perform most household duties. I shop or oversee all purchases for the home. I do all of this while my husband works full time and makes it possible for me to stay home with our son. So, technically, I AM a housewife. BUT why the hang up on the title?

Does the “Stay at Home Mom” title even cover it? Is there another term that would nip all of this in the bud, and give our job a millennium face lift? Do tell…

e

in need of a good ‘ol soap washin

“oh, dam mat.”

“Did you just hear what he said?”

“Hear what?”

“He just said D-A-M-M-I-T.”

“You know where he got that from.”

“Um, ya. That’d be me.”

note to self:

If situation calls for a swear word, say under breath cause this kid is on to you.

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in need of a good ‘ol soap washin

“oh, dam mat.”

“Did you just hear what he said?”

“Hear what?”

“He just said D-A-M-M-I-T.”

“You know where he got that from.”

“Um, ya. That’d be me.”

note to self:

If situation calls for a swear word, say under breath cause this kid is on to you.

e

bring it on oakmont

Just got back from my whirlwind 24 hour concert extravaganza. It was a glorious time filled with $10 beers, sexy ass white tank tops that only Sting could pull off, and several gusts of pot-filled breezes that kept the night nice and cool. Hubs and I were definitely the youngest people in the entire stadium. What a trip.

I must go for now, though. Rt is down for a must needed nap. I bet he had oodles of fun with Gran Gran filled with little rest. I knew he was too exhausted for words when he had a major teary freak out when I turned off the car when we got home and his song stopped playing in the cd player. Good grief child! It’s going to be o.k.!!

I don’t know who it is I’ve become. I actually dvr’d the U.S Open from this morning and am thrilled to pieces to be watching the entire 1st day of play ALL AFTERNOON. I am a total geek.

Toodles.

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allergeeesssus!

I am typing with a kleenex shoved up my left nostril. Hubs can’t stand this look. Even Rt says in disgust,

“mommy, nose, out”.

What can a gal do when her allergies are on the fritz? At least I am aware that my allergies are not too much to write about. Only when they turn into a sinus infection, would you hear me roar in whiny pain. Allergies are just a nuisance to me. To hubs, you would think the sky was falling, but only on him. He doesn’t understand that you can actually take certain medicines to relieve the pain until the illness runs it’s course. He thinks he can take Airborne and all of his troubles/snot will go down the drain.

As he stated today,

“Why is it that every time I go out of town, I get sick.”

I follow with this response.

“No, the REAL question is, why is it when you go out of town, I get sick. I am the one that has to take care of a 2 yr old ALONEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

So, this benedryl I take tonight is a cheers to you hubs. While you sit and drink it up with your best friend not realizing you are inhaling tons of smoke, due to your stuffed up nose, I’ll be falling into a deep sleep while watching Ugly Betty at 8:30p.m. cause I accidentally mixed my medicine with a glass of wine, or two.

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Box cake is so last year

Part of mother’s day was spent making a cake, FROM SCRATCH. I had been watching The Rachael Ray show, not to be confused with 30 minutes meals or $40 a day, but her actually day time show. Her guest was the one and only Miss Paula Dean. She made a Banana Nut Cake that originated from her current mother-in-law. It looked somewhat feasible and damn tasty. That combination got my wheels a turning, so I made plans right then and there to make one for our Sunday M.D. bbq.

What the hell was I thinking? It was mother’s day and I was going to whip out a REAL cake for the FIRST TIME EVER? I have made 4 whole cakes in my life and those started out from a box. (They did turn out just fabulous, but for some reason I thought I would challenge myself.) I had to be careful though. This wasn’t the first time I went out on a limb during a big to do. I made my very first brisket for my very first dinner for my future in-laws back in the day. The recipe I had was my grandmother’s and called for a beef brisket. The only brisket I found at the Safeway in San Fran was a Corned Beef brisket. Do you know the difference? I clearly didn’t. Let’s just say Corned Beef is naturally one salty piece of meat.

My mother was planning on coming to our bbq and hubs parents would probably be making an appearance as well. They had just flown back in town from a family wedding in Ohio and arrived at our door just as the meat was being taken off the grill. Luckily, we had planned for a full house.

Dinner went off without a hitch. Half pint went down without much of a fight, the dinner was yuuuuuuuuum and the wine flowed at a nice pace. I did have a fair amount to do with preparing the dinner as well, but it wasn’t that hard, so I won’t bore you with those details.

It was then time for cake. I think it was the first time I was able to actually cut a piece of anything and it stay intack all the way from the knife to the plate. The first bites came and went and the applause was overwhelming. Actually, there was no applause, but the consensus was: the cake was spectacular!

If I had as much time on my hands as you do Betty Crocker, you would have some stiff competition.

e

p.s. thanks coco on my grammer question…

makeover monday

Mops group today was “spa day”.

I came home with a full head of makeup (very tastefully done. my eyes were to die for) and an eye brow wax.

What did the hubs say when I returned?

“Did you do something to your eyes?

Nice response hubs. At least he noticed something was different.

I took a picture of myself, so one day, when I have oodles of time to apply makeup, without driving with my knee, I will have some sort of guide of “how it should be done”.

It’s monday and all, but I do look good.

update:

Here are two pics. Hard to tell that I am even wearing makeup, but I guess that is the idea, right?

feeling like a chip clip

I am not sure what is up with me lately, but I have been experiencing some major ass laziness. I find myself being sooo bored most of the day, but have no interest in doing anything to resolve my issue. It is actually extremely nice. I have no expectations, no goals, no nothing for the entire day, just to exist and hangout with Rt. (Well, only dinner for three, but my mom took care of that last night and brought home In N Out. Righteous.)

I think some of it is the fact my mom is here and graciously cleans my house (kitchen) the moment she returns from work in the evenings. I tell her not to (sort of), but I don’t think she sees the mess as carefree as I do right now. (piles don’t mean clean to her). I do make efforts to clean somethings throughout the day, (shuffle said piles) but in the end, who really cares? At least the laundry gets done. (some would beg to differ) Actually, I never take it out of the dryer, but at least it makes it to the dryer, right? Poor hubs, he has to fish out his clean underwear from the laundry room. (boo hoo) Who wants to fold clothes anyway? Then, you have to put them up somewhere. (hide them) My whole goal is to get the laundry basket empty. (for like a frickin minute) What happens to it after the fact is not so important.

Anywho…I have had no concrete plans this entire week. (I’m melting!) What scheduled events I usually do have are not in session this week due to one thing or another. (bastards!) (I am seeing a pattern here. no plans…… no shower………. no teeth brushed.) I am taking great pride in my quest to just sit and chill (turn on video) cause you never know when you might not have this free time again. (or child who will forget that you exist and watch the same episode of signing time 3 times in a row.)

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2 years ago tomorrow

My son was born.

I am currently writing my “ode to baby boy” letter, but I am having a hard time expressing myself. There might be two reasons why this is harder than it should be.

1) My sinuses under my cheekbones are starting to ache again.
Currently waiting for the Tylenol to kick in.

2) Hubs is watching a taped episode of “The Black Donnellys”. The times I start to tear up thinking of my little boy, some guy in the background is threatening some body’s life in an Irish accent. It’s kinda killing the mood.

I’ve got some ideas down on “paper”, so I’ll save them for the official
“Hot damn, You’re 2!” post. Until then, I’ll leave you with a little bit of half pint at 8 months old.

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P.S. Happy Birthday LVGurl!!