My husband and I have a VERY traditional marriage.
Here's what our day looks like:
Between 7:30 and 8am, I get up and bring the husband his medicine and make breakfast while he sleeps a little longer.
Then he does homework until about 10:30, when he gets ready to be at work at 11:30. I gather his clothes and "pocket stuff" (keys, wallet, phone, etc.) and make his lunch.
Over the day I do cleaning, laundry, cooking (the husband has not cooked since we got married, except for a couple of special occasions,) my own homework, and other household chores.
The house is my job, and it is a job.
The husband comes home at 4-ish to eat and I have dinner made when he gets here.
We make "get in the kitchen" and "Go make me a sandwich" jokes all the time and for the most part, they're un-ironic, because I will go make him a sandwich if he wants one and the kitchen is quite literally "my room" in the house.
Some of the people we know have criticized my husband because we have this lifestyle. They think that I didn't choose to be a stay-at-home mom. They think that somehow I don't really want to be doing these things.
I have no doubt that if I wanted to get a job, I would have one and we would split the chores and everything, but I don't. I really don't.
And people need to respect that decision.
I'm not trapped.
I am not oppressed.
I am not under my husband's thumb.
I am independent of my husband.
Being a stay-at-home mom does not make me his appendage. I am just as much of his partner as any woman who works outside of the home. I just get paid differently.
I get paid with his gratitude that he doesn't have to worry about the finances or food being in the house (things that make him anxious,) with his help when I'm honest about not being able to keep up with the chores some days, with the fact that I get to spend every lunch with my husband.
He does so many things for me that have nothing to do with the house.
So, yes, we have a traditional marriage.
And, no, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
~I'm proud of the house we built. It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel. It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill. A lot of things will come and go, but love never will.~
Here's what our day looks like:
Between 7:30 and 8am, I get up and bring the husband his medicine and make breakfast while he sleeps a little longer.
Then he does homework until about 10:30, when he gets ready to be at work at 11:30. I gather his clothes and "pocket stuff" (keys, wallet, phone, etc.) and make his lunch.
Over the day I do cleaning, laundry, cooking (the husband has not cooked since we got married, except for a couple of special occasions,) my own homework, and other household chores.
The house is my job, and it is a job.
The husband comes home at 4-ish to eat and I have dinner made when he gets here.
We make "get in the kitchen" and "Go make me a sandwich" jokes all the time and for the most part, they're un-ironic, because I will go make him a sandwich if he wants one and the kitchen is quite literally "my room" in the house.
Some of the people we know have criticized my husband because we have this lifestyle. They think that I didn't choose to be a stay-at-home mom. They think that somehow I don't really want to be doing these things.
I have no doubt that if I wanted to get a job, I would have one and we would split the chores and everything, but I don't. I really don't.
And people need to respect that decision.
I'm not trapped.
I am not oppressed.
I am not under my husband's thumb.
I am independent of my husband.
Being a stay-at-home mom does not make me his appendage. I am just as much of his partner as any woman who works outside of the home. I just get paid differently.
I get paid with his gratitude that he doesn't have to worry about the finances or food being in the house (things that make him anxious,) with his help when I'm honest about not being able to keep up with the chores some days, with the fact that I get to spend every lunch with my husband.
He does so many things for me that have nothing to do with the house.
So, yes, we have a traditional marriage.
And, no, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
~I'm proud of the house we built. It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel. It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill. A lot of things will come and go, but love never will.~
