all i ever wanted...

as a new housewife (less than 2 months), i have found that what i do is under rated, under appreciated, misunderstood. when i tell someone that i'm a housewife, i get the glazed, "oh you don't have a real job" look, and then i'm passed by. i spent 10 years at a job i hated. working with people who were kinda dumb (aka dum--not smart enough to put the "b" on the end) and doing work that was basically pointless. what i do now actually seems to matter. at least to me. and maybe to my husband (hereafter referred to as "hubbo"). i want to have a clean, pretty house. i want to spend my time knitting, cooking and finding super cheap stuff on ebay. i want to clean my house and feel proud that hubbo comes home to a clean, well organized home with dinner almost on the table. i can already hear the feminists, "is this what your mother fought and argued for? for you to be a housewife?!" and my answer to that is quite simply, "yes." my mother was a feminist. she was pro-choice. she wanted a female president (sadly, she didn't live long enough to see Hillary at least run). she wanted me to be whatever i wanted to be. she wanted me to be happy. she fought and argued so that i would have the choice to do what i wanted. and all i have ever really wanted was to be a housewife. and hopefully soon, a mother.