Before I got pregnant with Ava, I had told my parents that I didn’t want kids, nor did I want to get married. I was set on finishing school down in San Diego, traveling as much as I could and experiencing life at a whole different angle. Well, that changed about two months later when those two little pink lines showed up.
Now, fast forward almost five years. I’m married, and a stay at home mama to two kiddos! What a change, huh? Some days I can’t help but notice how well I’ve adapted to my lifestyle. The first couple of months being at home where a whirlwind, especially with a brand new baby. But now, I can’t help but notice how I’ve honestly become a 1950′s housewife. It’s that, or I’m just extremely stuck in old traditions.
Dinner is almost always done by 5pm. I know he’s hungry and had a long day, last thing he wants to do is wait to eat.
I always try to ‘freshen’ up before he comes home. I fix my hair, my make-up and make sure I look presentable.
The house is always clean by 5pm. Even if we have had a crazy day, and I’ve let the kids run wild, I always make sure Ava knows to pick up her mess and her room. She’s gotten to the point where she’s 4 1/2 and does it without me asking.
Even on the days where the kids and I don’t go anywhere, I always make sure I shower, put a happy face on and get dressed. Plus, it makes me feel good doing that as well.
I don’t normally complain about my day as soon as he gets home, and if I sense he’s frustrated, I don’t ask about his day until he’s ready to talk. He knows how it is being at home with the kids, and unless one of them hit a huge milestone, he always ends up asking me how I am anyway.
My kids are raised strict, and we make sure manners, and respect are known to be important in life.
We spend a lot of time outside, and exploring the world around us. I let them get dirty, and I let them endure all aspects of nature. What kid doesn’t love to get dirty?
Not all marriages back then were stable, but a lot were based on love and that’s what my husband and I have. Something amazing, something real and something pure. Solely based on love and faith. I respect him as the master of our household and he respects me as the wife and mother of his children. We are one together, and we know deep down nothing can break that bond!
These aren’t things that he’s asked me to do, or be. We’ve never had a discussion as roles in our household, and he has told me in the past that he really doesn’t mind if the house is a mess. Dudes, right? However, as his wife, I feel more comfortable knowing that while he’s making a living for us every day, I’m doing my best as his partner to keep up the household the best I can. Being a mother is a tiring, stressful, and emotional job at times, but it’s also the best job in the world. Housework is a thankless job, but it’s also refreshing waking up in the morning with things in tact.
Just a little snippet from my mind reflecting on past generations… Happy weekend, friends! Have a safe and enjoyable labor day weekend. I’m going to get wild and have me a little mojito tonight!