This may sound ridiculous, but it is true. As many of you can remember, I am the engaged Go'Diva. So my fiancé had requested that I become a stay-at-home wife and just care for the home, him and the at some point children. Well, I've always valued my independence as a woman and I feel like because so many women before me fought for my place in society, I would always continue my economic contribution to that very society. Well I'm planning a wedding, so I thought this would be a good time to practice not working and staying at home. I've been at it now five weeks and it's miserable. I feel like my PA (personal assistant), who I've temporarily let go since I should now have the time to take care of personal matters. All I've done since taking my 12 week leave of absence from work is run errands, for me and my fiancé, screen calls from my extended family that know I'm no longer working and take my car to be serviced. How do women manage that stay at home? It's like you're always on call and you're always expected to be able to go to the grocery store to pick up a bag of Caesar salad mix. I mean, come on. Have you ever been to the grocery store when all those hideous stay at home mothers are pushing the carts around with several children, some with dirty fingers and faces and you're supposed to smile at their precious fur-less pets because I must be a mother too. Oh no, I'm at week five and my PA is back on duty and I am doing things that make me happy for the remainder of my test period. Traveling, oh how I love traveling. Sailing, even though the weather has not been cooperating lately. Of course I even managed to fill two entire days with hair and body appointments...the greatest of all, I’ve been able to get back to the blog which I’ve neglected these last five weeks.
Needless to say, I am going back to work and have no intentions of satisfying my fiancé by being his stay-at-home pet.
3 comments:
Give me a break!
Newsflash: the "hideous" mothers could care less if you smile at their dirty fingered children. They don't even know you exist. If they did know that you exist they would immediately shuttle their precious children away from you for fear that you may have a public meltdown from the stress of having to select your own ceasar salad mix.
Good post.
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