I moved into this house in 2009 in October. It's old. The lighting sucks. The outlets are in weird, impractical places for actually using them and I needed to go buy about 2 dozen adapters for any 3-prong plugs (which is almost everything these days!) It is a wood-burning home, with the stove in the basement, so we all smell a little smoked and we have a layer of dust that collects overnight from the residual smoke.
3 years later, with an almost 2 year old, we have a house FULL of clutter. FULL. I mean not like hoarder-style -- we can see the floors where there isn't furniture and there is nothing disgusting like a years' forgotten pizza in the bedroom. Ick. No, it's just a pile of magazines here, a tote of random stuff there. BUT, all of this combined with the tonage that kiddos have is just overwhelming!
I sweep, do dishes, and keep up on laundry really well. I pick up the main living area. I was always able to spend at least one weekend deep cleaning when I was a single gal, living alone. With a husband to clean up after and a child that never lets you get anything done, I've decided that being a homemaker sucks.
Really. If I didn't care so deeply about my boy and his development, there is NO WAY I'd stay home. I'm so not a June Cleaver kind of mom. I hate baking for the most part. I cook to survive, not because I'm particularly good at it or like to do it. I don't put on makeup and a cute outfit OR HEELS to clean.
I am a bad housewife!
Can anyone relate?
I feel like every "full-time" job I've ever had was WAY easier than running a household.