Monday, November 9, 2009

I'm Goin' Domestic & Takin' Names


Psych is on hiatus, so I'll be off work til the New Year. Which in turn gives me the 'job' of taking care of the house, doing the chores, running the errands, and basically being the all around Domestic Sensai Lord that I definitely am NOT. One of Mike's favorite things to tease me about is how much he's gonna LOVE seeing me be a stay-at-home wife who cooks and cleans all day long waiting for her precious hubby to come home from work. He OF COURSE is kidding, don't worry. But whenever he mentions it, I think about the times where it WAS expected of women to be domestic housewife goddesses after marriage. And, dude. It scares the sh-t out of me. I actually enjoy having a job to go to everyday where my responsibilities don't include scrubbing toilets and cooking dinner.

But today, I decided to embrace domestic life and wake up super early, head to Target, go nuts, come home, put in a load of laundry, make myself lunch (which is sadly a huge step for me), and clean, clean, clean til I could clean no more. But first I was like, if I'm gonna be forced to go all domestic 'n shiz, then I'm gonna do it my way: While jamming to the sweet sounds of Rage Against the Machine. So there I was. Kneeling at the helm of a dirty tub. My right arm fisting the air, while the left hand furiously scrubbed to the beat of "Guerrilla Radio." I truly felt like I was kicking the tub's ass. And it was awesome. BUT that 'awesome' feeling certainly did not last. By the time "Sleep Now in the Fire" came on, my knuckles were bleeding (seriously) and my arm was hurting like balls from scrubbing. I decided at that point that kicking the tub's ass wasn't something I'd like to do on a daily basis...or even on a weekly basis. (I'm so bad, I know). Housework is exhausting, man. I'm down for doing the hardcore clean once in a while, but it's just not something I could handle staring me in the face everyday. So, to my stay-at-home Mom...if you're reading...GUUUUURL, you've got skillz. I have developed a whole new kind of appreciation for the brave folk who man the household for a living.

Tomorrow's Adventure in Domesticity: Grocery shopping for dinner. Wish me luck!


Posted by Britt Hollenbrau at 12:16 PM
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4 comments:

  1. i agree with you, having job outside of the house is more of my thing. definitely appreciate those housewives/stay at home moms who do that work daily. good luck w/ grocery shopping! i usually do that w/ the hubs.
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  2. i do like a little domesticity myself...but only b/c like you I work in film= have no outside life whatsoever while working. That being said I see a long stretch of NO WORK (maybe a little bit) through the holidays to totally let myself go craft/wedding/project crazy. It's exciting and scary all at once and I'm happy to have a fellow unemployed wedding blog crazy enthusiast to share that with. cheers.
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  3. I spent this past summer as the at-home wifey, since I didn't have a job. It was weird. He would go off and earn an actual paycheck and I was, in my defense, writing my damn thesis, so it wasn't like he came home to a warm home-cooked meal.

    I was working too, but in a different way.

    But anyways, it was odd. It just made sense for me to cook and clean and launder, as I was the one... spending 80% of her day at home.

    It's weird though.
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  4. I'd so prefer a house husband to me cooking and cleaning on the regular. I can't even remember the last time my lazy ass washed a dish. Thank gawd for sharing chores.
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