I want to be a housewife. I want to stay at home with the kids, cook my family meals, keep things clean and organized, be available to my family at all times, and when I get a spare minute (because don’t get it twisted, housewives are busy) I want to write. That’s what I want. It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.
I got a taste of what being a housewife might be like (minus the kids) for a couple days this week and I loved it. And I was busier than I am on most work days. And I worked longer than I do on most work days. AND I LOVED IT. And I can’t wait until that gets to be my job.
In the past, I’ve been hesitant to admit this. I’ve gotten an awful lot of side-eye from ladies questioning my “feminism” when I expressed my desire to be a housewife/stay-at-home Mom. They question the point of me even getting a BA if all I wanted was an MRS. Which, I have to say is absurd because for the longest time, I didn’t even know if I wanted to be married, but I always, always knew I wanted to be a Mom and if at all possible, I wanted to stay home with my kids. Also, I was like, really really good at college and learned a lot and oh yeah, I HAVE A CAREER. I just don’t want to do this career for ever. It’s a means to an end. It’s the money that we’re saving so that I can be a stay-at-home Mom. Wanting to be a housewife doesn’t make me less of a feminist. NOT AT ALL. Because I’m choosing it. It’s a choice, not a requirement, or an expectation from anyone else. It’s what I want. Truly.
So, here I am, saying it loud and saying it proud, because I’m choosing this choice. I WANT TO BE A HOUSEWIFE.