What do SAHWs do?
Mar. 25th, 2010 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Note: NOT stay-at-home-moms but rather stay-at-home-wives.
I think I posted a rant about this a few years ago, so I wont rehash how I feel that people, regardless of their gender, need to find something productive to do with their lives, something they feel passionate about, something that enriches their community. I cringe at the line: "well, my husband makes enough for us to live comfortably on one income" because is that what a job is to you? Shouldn't you feel excited to go to work? Aren't you disturbed that you haven't found something in your life that makes you wake up in the morning and just want to go out and do it? Don't you feel inadequate by being defined as simply "a wife"? Don't you want to volunteer with a non-profit organization, take up a hobby like photography, become a mother? JUST SAYING.
The whole "Real Housewives of Whatever Town" is the epitome of how lethargic (not sure that's even the right word to describe them) and pointless their lives are: endless days of facials, pedicures, shopping, and gossiping. Is that what a whole generation of girls envy and look forward to when they become SAHWs?
This workaholic actually went to work yesterday. (I defensively said to Brian: "Just for 30 minutes, and it was sort of on the way to the beach with the dog!").
Today, I started cooking the Sauerbraten in the crockpot. I got a pedicure. I walked the dog for an hour. I went to four different stores and bought six outfits for Peanut off the clearance racks for $10. I ironed Brian's work clothes. I watched hours of daytime TV.
I miss work. I really love teaching. I miss the students. I miss being productive.
I can't wait to be a mother.
My mom arrives from Taiwan on Monday night! (She'll be here for two months to help me and Peanut out.)
I think I posted a rant about this a few years ago, so I wont rehash how I feel that people, regardless of their gender, need to find something productive to do with their lives, something they feel passionate about, something that enriches their community. I cringe at the line: "well, my husband makes enough for us to live comfortably on one income" because is that what a job is to you? Shouldn't you feel excited to go to work? Aren't you disturbed that you haven't found something in your life that makes you wake up in the morning and just want to go out and do it? Don't you feel inadequate by being defined as simply "a wife"? Don't you want to volunteer with a non-profit organization, take up a hobby like photography, become a mother? JUST SAYING.
The whole "Real Housewives of Whatever Town" is the epitome of how lethargic (not sure that's even the right word to describe them) and pointless their lives are: endless days of facials, pedicures, shopping, and gossiping. Is that what a whole generation of girls envy and look forward to when they become SAHWs?
This workaholic actually went to work yesterday. (I defensively said to Brian: "Just for 30 minutes, and it was sort of on the way to the beach with the dog!").
Today, I started cooking the Sauerbraten in the crockpot. I got a pedicure. I walked the dog for an hour. I went to four different stores and bought six outfits for Peanut off the clearance racks for $10. I ironed Brian's work clothes. I watched hours of daytime TV.
I miss work. I really love teaching. I miss the students. I miss being productive.
I can't wait to be a mother.
My mom arrives from Taiwan on Monday night! (She'll be here for two months to help me and Peanut out.)
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Date: 2010-03-26 03:33 pm (UTC)(i.e. if I worked up to my EDD of April 5th, I'd only be granted 10 weeks of Family Leave anyhow, as summer holidays would begin).
But now I'm finding I really don't need the rest/break, but oh well!
I think it would make a huge difference if I had friends to hang out with and do stuff with! I'm walking around the stores and it's no fun shopping by yourself!
I saw my mom last year in May 2009 for my cousin's wedding. I mostly see her about once every one or two years. My dad less often, as my mother and I alternate visiting one another. (i.e. I see my dad on alternate visits, so I see him every 2 - 3 years)