Call me old-fashioned (I’m fine with this label), but during my week as a housewife, I discovered that there is something comforting and familiar about traditional gender roles.
She is two steps away from dumping the feminist label.
During the course of my marriage, I discovered that the woman-at-home model isn't just about mom taking care of kids.
Houses need upkeep. They need to be cleaned, stuff needs to be sorted/stored/thrown out. Furniture needs to be rearranged. Appointments need to be booked and kept.
And of course supper needs to be cooked.
It's convenient for everyone if mom stays home.
Boy my husband loves it when he comes home and the house is picked up and supper is cooking, and the kids' appointments are taken care of.
And I like it, too.
Things just run a little smoother when there's someone at home to take care of a lot of the household details.
Women generally do it because they have the kids, but also because being maternal they have the instinct to take care of people. So I like making supper for husband because I want him to be well fed, not just because it's on my daily schedule.
Women like to take care of the nest. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's normal.
Even brainy, intellectual a woman such as myself, who doesn't have a genuine domestic bone in her body, gets into the housewife thing out of simple devotion to the family.
I used to laugh when I first got onto the blogosphere and people thought I was June Cleaver.
I'm nothing like June Cleaver.
But I learned to take care of my family because I love them.
That's it, that's all.
A lot of feminists think I have better things to do.
I don't.
