I've been considering my place in the world lately. The economy still doesn't want to "snap out of it" and I'm wondering, (like I'm sure a lot of people are) if I've survived the first bloodbath only to get nailed in the next. (There are "warning" signs at work again. Sigh.)
(Am I the only one out there that feels we're heading into some deep sh*t economically?)
Anyway, while my gut is telling me that something is coming down the line, my head is trying to wrap itself around the possibility that my secret wish just might come true. What's my secret wish?
That I might just become a housewife.
That's right. A housewife or "The Wife of the House." The person whose fulltime job it is to manage everything about the home.
Right now I'm SM's wife. Oh, I manage the house alright but I do it during those bits of time here and there when I'm not working for "The Man" earning the "Big Green."
I've worked everyday outside of the home my entire marriage. Even before that. Lets just round it off at 30 years of full time employment. I'm a modern woman after all and I grew up knowing that I'd have to provide for myself and eventually my family. ("Working for a living. Living and a working....I'm taking what they're giving cause I'm working for a living.")
You see, I fantasize about early retirement. Early retirement for SM and I meant that we'd live a partime kind of life by the time we'd reach our middle 50's. We wanted to RV for 4 months of the year (Playtime) and work the other 8 months (Funding the playtime). That's not goin to happen with this economy.
And with Dr T's retirement this week, my fantasy is now "front and center" but in a different way. Simply put...I'd now be happy with a break at least. But this kind of falls under the "Be careful what you wish for." If I "break" now, I might not get hired back again anytime soon.
I teased SM about that today. I started the canning process at 6am. By 2:00 my "dogs were barking" and I commented to SM that "this farming thing ain't for sissies" and that I really needed to "toughen up and stop being a pussy" about all the housework that is in front of me. That "this will become a fulltime job in and of itself" and that he really needs to "suck it up" and "become the sole bread winner of the family."
SM looked at me and said "What planet are you living on?"
Never have truer words been spoken.