This post if written by guest poster one of my best friends Claire. So here she talks about how as much as she loved her job and her life, she is now a happy housewife! Enjoy!
Despite my best intentions, my marriage isn't new or hip or trendy. I cook and clean. He does the lawn and the taxes. I pick out curtains and decorate. He watches the budget and takes the rubbish out. It’s not that way because I am trying to reverse the women’s movement, it’s just that our marriage works better that way. I am a better cook. He’s a whiz at taxes. I really enjoy a nicely mopped floor. He loves multiple trips to homebase. Call it genetics. Call it culture. It’s who we are.
I used to feel guilty that my marriage seemed so normal. When I got married I imagined my marriage would be different. I wanted to bust up traditions. Reinvent what marriage meant. I was determined not to let my marriage resemble the traditional roles. So, two months after I said “I do”, when I found myself unemployed and picking up my husband’s socks off the floor, I started to cry. When T came home and found me sobbing on the sofa, I threw my apron at him. “You make dinner!” He made hot dogs from a can. Breaking down traditions didn’t taste as good as I thought it would.