Showing posts with label housewife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label housewife. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 February 2021

A woman's place is.....wherever she chooses it to be.

'I decided it was up to me where that was.'

I find Louise's story of why she joined the Royal Navy very empowering and she makes a very good point.

My current place to be is in the home. I am a home maker, home executive and housewife. Well that's what I've had written on my visas in my passport for the past 10 years. No idea how it would've read if the roles had been reversed and my husband and I swopped jobs. 

It hasn't defined me. It's upset me, my ability not to be able to work, for me not to have had the choice for 4 years when we moved to South Africa, my identity took a huge knock and then again when the kids left home at the time we moved to Dubai. But after almost 2 years in Dubai. I then made the decision NOT to work and focus my time on our adult children, all by now NOT living at home.

I've never had a life plan, I've never had a plan for my children either. It's not about rebelling, having a strop, being a feminist or a tom boy. It's not even about being different or difficult. it's about doing whatever is best for you (and your family) at the time. 

I left school, I wanted to study for the Royal Navy in the Lake District. I passed the entrance exams but couldn't get a guarantor to secure the funding I needed for the first year. Then I just drifted, I worked, moved away, tried life abroad, had a child, bought a house, got married, had another child, started a PGCE, had another child and abandoned studies, divorced, met Peter, inherited 2 older children, moved, resumed studies, finished degree got a job, a career, packed it all in, followed willingly my husband abroad, fought against it every day.

I'm 50 this year in June. A few years ago I stopped worrying about how other people saw me, was my tummy too wobbly, was my hair right, should I be wearing more make up, should I be visiting the beauty salons for procedures like everyone else, did I need a career to define me? 

The answer was and still is NO. There is no life plan, circumstances change our plans, change us. We may have to sacrifice something in order to be where we want to be. There are very few people in the world who actually have it all. We may perceive that they do and measure our achievements by theirs.

I want to be the homemaker. But I have the choice to return to work. I have the choice to say NO today, I'm doing something else. But I'm also part of a team, my family. I can be selfish, without behaving selfishly.

I no longer need to prove to anyone else or even myself that if I want, if circumstances allowed, I can do anything I want to and be anywhere I want to be.


This was my latest role.

A woman's place is on the golf course.




Friday, 4 October 2013

Despite the difficulties of the past few months...I feel good

I have a million and one things I could be doing, but no inclination to do any of them.

The last few months have been hectic and I spent 15 weeks in May-Sept in the UK sorting the house out after bad tenants.

My 14yo son remained in the UK for boarding school, so there's no school runs, lunch boxes, arguments over homework. The washing and ironing has reduced greatly as has the cleaning and tidying.

So I now have all that spare time to get on with the things I've been wanting to do. NO.

You see the things I wanted to do were compensation for not being able to work and complete my studies (with minimum hassle) Things I found for myself to do to stop the rot setting in, new skills, hobbies, interests, basically all the things I never had time to do when I was working.

And now I actually have the time to do what I want, when I want, I'm not actually that fussed anymore. I'm rather enjoying the lie ins in the mornings. Drinking tea and eating toast in bed, watching a soppy movie on the TV. Going to the gym in my time, having a coffee and cake afterwards. Nipping out to the shops for milk and bread and being out all day and other days just slobbing around the house in my pjs.

I'm getting all the stuff done I need to do. Dinner, washing, cleaning, looking after the cat and dog. Paying the bills. Sorting out the paperwork with the solicitors for the tenants. Meeting friends for lunch, drinks, dinner, going to watch a show. Collecting and sorting bits and pieces for some volunteer projects.

I'm not bored, I'm not feeling undervalued, I'm not feeling left out. I don't feel guilty.

I'm feeling refreshed, healthy, relaxed and happy for the first time in years.

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