I'm a Housewife...

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I am a housewife. I stay home all day to take care of my kids, clean the house and cook. I do work on Saturdays for ten hours in an office which is what I call my vacation time (pathetic, I know).

Being a housewife is a commendable thing- I could be raising the next president (insert laughter here). I stay home because I don't want to pay someone else to screw up my kids when I can do it for free. Sometimes I get jealous of people with jobs- I miss being praised for doing a good job and getting promotions and raises. Yes, my husband tells me I'm doing a good job but what choice does he have? It's not like he can fire me and hire a new housewife- he's stuck with me so he may as well try to pump up my ego by telling me how great I'm doing (sometimes I really do wish he would fire me, especially when the kids are being terrible).

My excitement used to be trips to Target but now having three kids to tow around with me which sucked the enjoyment out of that. Now I get excited when the baby sleeps for more than ten minutes during the day so I can clean the house a little.

I know all of this sounds so lavish and decadent but you know what? If I could go back in time I would choose the same path again. It's not a glamorous life but at least I get to spend lots of time with my kids, who really aren't all that bad when they're not screaming and fighting.

Now I am off to scrape dried Rice Krispies from the kitchen floor...