Before kids- photo by Candace Clark
Being a housewife is not the same today as it was in the 50's. I am no June Cleaver from Leave It to Beaver. You will never walk into my home and find me in a ironed dress with dinner on the table while holding a vacuum in one hand and a cigarette in the other, all at the same time. I live in my workout clothes and dinner is whatever I could find to make that contains the major food groups. But sometimes I do feel like being a housewife in 2015 has this unspoken assumption that we have to do it all.
There is no shortage of shows and magazines showing moms who got their bodies back within weeks and nurseries that look like they belong in a museum. I blog, obviously. It's a new hobby and I like it. I follow probably 70 other blogs (I don't read them all each day, trust me) and thanks to the iPhone I have an app that organizes all of the chaos for me. But with this I often feel like I am not a good housewife because I see so many others doing more than I can ever imagine to accomplish. I see so many women who have the best dinner ideas, or 200 ways to have a great summer, the coolest Fathers Day gift, how to potty train in 3 days, etc. etc. etc. I know that I am not supposed to be anyone but myself but it's hard not to compare.
Being the people pleaser that I am, I usually will try to soak all of this information in. If all of these other moms can do it, then why can't I? Often I will read a blog or an article and then suddenly I take on way more than I can handle. I will plan 3 play dates in one week, two dinners with friends, do all my laundry in one day, try out a whole bunch of new recipes, and then I am WIPED OUT and I take my stress out on my kids and husband. I want to be more content with who I am and more realistic with what I am able to handle. I stress out easily and am slowly learning that one play date a week and one new recipe is all I can handle and that this is OKAY. It is okay for me to say "No" to things because it simply doesn't fit into our routine for the day. I don't need to feel the pressure to sign-up for everything that comes my way. I don't sew crafty things and I don't workout everyday. I don't iron my husbands clothes (we got him a steamer and he steams his own clothes), and I won't ever have the most helpful blog. BUT I am called to care for my boys and to do it with a loving heart.
I hope that you also will try to embrace what type of housewife you are (whether that is your full-time job or if you work both in and out of the home). There is not enough time to try to be anyone else but yourself. A lot of us know how to multi-task and act like we have more hands than just two, I know I do. But there is no perfect housewife. In truth, housewives look a whole lot less like classy June Beaver and lot more like messy Betty Draper (Mad Men). Being a housewife shouldn't be defined by what we are able to accomplish in a 9-5 period of time but rather by the love and joy put into our daily tasks as both a wife and mother.
Don't be afraid to say "no" sometimes and find comfort knowing God has chosen you to be the person you are for your particular family. I am a housewife and I don't have it all together. True story: I went to put the turkey breast in the crock pot for dinner and found mold on it and had to throw it out. Both boys are napping and we have no groceries to make dinner option #2. I am thinking it is a pizza take-out kind of night.