Oh The Joy of Being A Housewife

Good Morning Beloved Reader

I have a real treat for your this morning.

The above photo has inspired this hodge podge post where I will give you a poem, a quote maybe two, and of course some thoughts from yours truly.

Many of you know that last fall I hung up my apron from teaching to take up my first job again and that is the job of a Housewife.

Not really sure where that title came from because I am neither a House(sing: She's a Brick House she's Mighty Mighty) nor am I married to my house, but whatevs.

It's like the title Stay At Home Mom, 

Do we really Stay at home, Moms? 

Anyone? 

Uh-oh I'm getting off to rant-ing kind of start and that is NOT what this post is going to be, I promise.

Now, I realize this is a large topic with many opinions out there, but I'm not really here to rant or to rave  about all those opinions, cause you know what they say about opinions?

They are like... well, you fill in the blank on that one.

Okay moving on about a month ago I participated in a gift exchange and I met this amazing lady

who writes poetry

Dragonflight Dreams

and Designs

Amanda Cobb | Freelance Graphic Designer

and is amazing... oh wait I already said that.

To prove to you how amazing she is I would like to share a poem 

of hers that she wrote and I bookmarked to share for a topic such as this;

On The Injustices of Dirty Dishes

Thrown casually aside into a pile,

indifferently stacked and pressed up against strangers,

like a body count of war victims

dumped all into a unmarked grave.

Discarded as soiled, impure, 

bacterial shame colors their faces

in the wake of their hygienic rape.

Forcefully tortured with 3rd degree aquatic burns

only to have bristle-and-wire pads scraped across them,

their skin rubbed raw for faultless blemishes,

uncommitted crimes -

innocents punished for the flaws of their masters.

Parts of themselves carved away,

or smoothed over,

the psychologist of the sink

replacing them all into carbon-copy rows,

identical, cleansed faces normal once more.

See Amazing right? 

Anyone who can talk about a sink full of dirty dishes like that is 

pure genius in my book.

Now every good housewife knows that her life's work will consist of many, many, many dirty dishes, but I hope now that you have been enlightened to the feelings of those dishes you might get a good giggle next time you stand at that sink for countless hours.

Maybe this quote will help too;

"Housework is like stringing beads

with no Knot at the end."

Can I get a Witness on that one desperate housewives?

I saw that quote a while back and it reminded me of another quote 

that came on the cork of a bottle of wine from Mad House Wife Wine,

which btw would be my prescription to you beloved housewife if you have had a 

BIT OF A DAY

like I did yesterday.

"Housework can't kill you but why take the chance?"

And now as I prepare to tell you the secret of how to be a joyful housewife(pay close attention it's hidden somewhere down there) I leave you with one more final note of encouragement;

YOU ARE A ROCK STAR!

For real. 

That should be our title :

Rock Star Housewife Stay At Home Mom

What do you think? 

Too long? 

Ok well, you really are. Those of you who are reading this post and have already done a load of laundry, a sink full of dishes, read your bible(the most important ingredient to a joyful housewife), made some coffee, kissed hubby as he headed out the door, and have now managed to sit and read this;

YOU ARE A ROCK STAR!

Go ahead pat yourself on the back and realize that you are untouchable

in the jobs department. There isn't a resume long enough to brag about all that you are capable of and seriously, if we were having a cup of joe right now listening to Billy Holiday and laughing I would say it again.

YOU ARE A ROCK STAR!

did you find the secret in there?

*today you can find my thankful thursday guest post here;

The Fontenot Four

and I am participating in a giveaway here;

A Little Piece of Me