Housewife - a term used to describe a married female who is not employed outside of the home.
This is it. Life as I know it is no more. I am officially unemployed. Free as a bird. It is yet to sink in; I've had a job of some kind since I was 16 and thus, the concept of not having one seems wild, unsettling and very rebellious. I feel like a kid, who declared that she is not going to college, instead, she is moving in with her lover and will paint with horse manure to promote world peace. Only I am not doing any such thing; I am just doing something many other societies have agreed to accept and promote. I am staying home with my baby.
After just four days of being back at work, I walked into my boss's office and said thanks, but no thanks... I need to be with my munchkin. So perhaps it wasn't as dramatic and absolute as "give me liberty or give me death," (it was more like give me liberty or a few days of work from home) but for me, it was absolutely radical. Yet, this change in status has been nothing short of blissful and amazing. Maddie’s smiles really put spreadsheets in perspective. As my friend nicely put it, “pumpkin does not need to think that her mama is mamacita.”
For now, we are home. And whereas I am not into mom jeans, for some inexplicable reason, the commercials for mini vans have started capturing my attention.
