I have always cared a GREAT deal about the condition of our home. I can tell if even one thing is moved out of place. We had a housekeeper until recently, but she broke so many things that I had to let her go.
SO...now I am the housekeeper. What a job! Persian rugs that need to be cleaned almost everyday as the dogs drag in the seeds of spring. Dust everywhere. Cat footprints on my dining table. Not to mention the fresh flowers that I require in the house every week (due to a lesson from my mother)...the food I must buy and cook for my husband. Managing the DVR to make sure Gary gets to watch the shows he loves...keeping up with the rose garden and everything else on two acres. The cars need attention. Laundry...which I hate! Dry cleaning to be picked up. Prescriptions to be filled and brought home...pets to be loved and cared for!!!
Good heavens!! I wonder how permanent housewives/househusbands do it all! I would be very happy if I could find a full time job out of the house again. Perhaps I wouldn't notice the flaws. These days I notice everything and am in a constant frenzy to keep it all up. Two acres and a huge house. How do people eternally do this without servants?
I am lucky...the economy hit us, but at the same time my husband started to make more money than ever before, thus keeping us financially sound. Still...here I sit...feeling that because he makes more money now I must take care of everything at home. Hats off to the house maintainers...the Mom's...the Dad's and all of the people that stay at home and care for the premises. This is actually hard, but I want my husband to have the perfect home if he goes out everyday and makes the money to keep us in the lifestyle I demand. I'm proud, proud, proud of my husband...but geeeeeeezzzzz...that pride comes with a huge effort and cost!
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