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Helpless Husbands

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Sometimes when reading, I come across husbands who haven’t the first idea how to even turn the washing machine on, let alone sort and actually do the laundry. Then there are husbands who cannot cook a meal, but would exist on take out if the wife was away, or husbands who cannot use a vacuum cleaner or … the list goes on. The thing is it doesn’t only happen in novels. I know women whose husbands are like that. Now maybe it’s the fault of the older generations when women stayed home and did all these things and men didn’t … Continue reading →

Confessions of a Stay-at-Home Wife

A couple of months ago I confessed that I was a stay-at-home wife and I explained how that had happened. I also admitted I was embarrassed about it, and laughed at an article that suggested stay-at-home wives were a new “trend.” Oh yeah, for a while there I was on a stay-at-home wife kick. I plan to revisit the issue briefly with some confessions about my life as a stay-at-home wife. As usual, comments are welcomed. I’ll be curious to hear what some of you have to say about this blog. Confession #1: Sometimes I Feel Guilty It’s not like … Continue reading →

Wives Judging Wives

Last night was the tournament night for my Thursday night volleyball team. (Distinguished as such because I’m also on teams Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday nights. I was not exaggerating when I told Tristi I have a crazy passion for volleyball.) At any rate, tournament nights are long. Instead of playing one match against one team which lasts 45 minutes, we play four or five teams one game each. That means we’re there for three to four hours. The nice thing about tournament nights is all the socializing we get to do, both with other teams as well as our own. … Continue reading →

How I Ended Up a Stay-at-Home Wife

It seems that once I made the confession that I’m a stay-at-home wife, I can’t quit talking about the topic. It’s been so freeing! Now I want to spill about how it was I ended up a stay-at-home wife. (Don’t worry. This will be the last post on this topic for a little bit. I’m working some more stuff up for September, though.) The Pull I was a good student throughout my academic career. I went to college. I worked afterwards. But I ended up job hopping. Then I decided to go back to school to become a paralegal. The … Continue reading →

Why I Was Embarrassed to Admit I’m a Stay-at-Home Wife

When I finally made the confession that I’m a stay-at-home wife, I alluded to the fact that I felt guilty and suggested that I was embarrassed of my status. It’s true. Guilty as charged. But why? The Way I Was Raised The reason for that is because of my mom. In “Another Reason I’m Married Without Children”, I explained how my mom didn’t like kids and looked down on motherhood. But it went beyond that. I don’t know if she was a feminist, but she had feministic tendencies for sure. It was drilled into my head from an early age … Continue reading →

Stay-at-Home Wives: A New Trend?

This time, credit not only for the idea of this blog but also for the title goes to Jade “The Muse” Walker. (At this rate, she’s going to have to get a new nickname. Something catchier. Something that better conveys the abundance of leads she bestows upon me.) This is sort of a continuation of my Yes, I Confess, I’m a Stay-at-Home Wife article. But instead of making more confessions (I’ve got some more coming, actually, but in a separate article), I’m going to discuss the CNN.com article by Sarah Jio that Jade sent me. The one that’s kicking off … Continue reading →

Yes, I Confess, I’m a Stay-at-Home Wife

Jade Walker is proving to be more than a muse to me. To borrow a term often used by one of my favorite literary characters, Anne Shirley, she’s proving to be a kindred spirit. And somewhat of a healer. I’m Not Alone Shortly before my mom died, Jade sent me a link to a new blog about caring for elderly parents with a note that said, “Remember: You are not alone.” She thought I might find it useful since I was in the midst of caring for my mom. It was easy to feel alone back then, but notes like … Continue reading →