Life and Family
My Husband Told Me I Suck at Being a Housewife
Apparently, I need to step up my game.
It’s been three weeks since I became unemployed, and it seems I’m having trouble adapting to my new role.
I had visions of what life as a full-time mom would look like. They involved schedules, routines, happy kids, a clean house, healthy meals, and plenty of time to work out.
I thought I’d be sipping iced coffees at the park with my girlfriends while the kids played and my dinner simmered in the crockpot.
Not skipping showers, wearing sweats all day, and making dinner at 9pm.
I foolishly thought that by eliminating my 9–5 job, I would have all the time in the world to be structured and organized and that all the pieces at home would just magically fall into place.
Oh, silly girl. It’s so much harder than I thought.
Not hard in an impossible way; hard in a this-is-going-to-take-a-lot-of-work-but-I-can-do-it way.
It’s going to take focus, dedication, and intentionality, but I know that I can make it work.
