I want to be a housewife, a homesteading housewife to be exact. Remember that woman back in the day? The lady who woke up before her family to start the day before the sun came up, the one who stayed home full time cleaning her house, working the garden, making homemade meals for EVERY meal? Yep, that’s who I want to be.
Now, realistically I am not far from being that woman, I really shouldn’t complain. I work 20 hours a week teaching at a Christian preschool, and then get to come home and be that woman. I get to start the housework, wash clothes, fold clothes, pick up the little ones from school, monitor chores, assist with homework, make sure the house pets are taken care of, take care of the small farm animals, tend to the gardens, and cook dinner from scratch.
But what am I missing, and why am I really complaining? What’s the factor that prevents me from calling myself a housewife? I was talking to my husband about this, and he smiles at me. Apparently he knew the answer before I did,
“Honey, you do every bit that a housewife does AND more. You may only work 20 hours outside of the house, but that’s 20 hours that you feel you are losing here.” He nailed it, right. on. the. head.
20 waking hours a week away from the homestead. Can you imagine what I could be accomplishing if I had those 20 hours at home? My house would be dusted weekly, the floors mopped on a regular basis, wellness checks on the animals performed daily versed on the weekends. I could learn to bake! Forget that….I could learn how to crochet! I can happily enjoy my first cup of coffee with the animals!
I’d be able to dedicate time to truly working on our website, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter account. Quickly whipping out those blogs that you all ask for…sorry on that part, they generally get written between the plethora of other things happening here.
But the biggest, most important, most dedicated task that I would take on…homeschooling. I’d love to give it a try and I know our kids would be very interested. Not saying I could do it, but I’d love to see if we could work together and succeed.
I want to be a housewife. I think about that lady back in the day and how she presented herself. I imagine that I would like to, maybe, put on a little mascara and lip gloss ~ cause I just can’t seem to justify wearing a nice shade of a red lipstick if I am at home alone. I am sure the animals will like it, but I think I’ll pass. I’d have my hair styled and brush well, at least I’d quickly run my fingers through it. I already, alright periodically, wear dresses and skirts and I don’t have a hesitation on wearing them when I am working in the garden or cleaning up poop. I can’t seem to see myself wearing heels throughout the day, but I do own a mean pair of Slogger Chicken boots and clogs!
I want to be able to wear an apron from the moment I get dressed, to the moment I end my day. Many eggs have been collected in my aprons, and many chicks received rides from their outside brooder on a nice day and then back to their inside brooder for the evening. I have wiped dirt, tears, snot, and food on them. I may have even dusted a piece of furniture or two with it.
I want to stomping in the woods with two amazing young farm kids right after school. I want them to learn the importance of growing your own food and raising your own meat. I not only want them to think their homesteaders, but I want them to learn how to live like one.
I want that dream, I want my 20 hours away from the house back. I want to clean, cook, garden, take care of farm animals, wash clothes and hang them on my amazing laundry line, blog, work our social media sites, learn to crochet, and even learn to bake everyday ~ all day, every day. I really want to be a full time housewife. But for now, until I can get there, I will continue to be a modern day homesteader, blessed that I have the opportunity to live this life when many others dream of it.