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Are You House Proud or House Weary?


Have you ever heard of the term “house proud?” According to Merriam-Webster it’s being “proud of your house because you spend time and effort cleaning or improving it.” This. Is. Not. Me.

Is my house clean? Yes, it’s pretty clean. I swept and washed all of the hardwood floors today, I vacuumed most of the rugs, I even wiped down some baseboards and gave the dining room table a good scrub. I wiped crumbs off the counter, I emptied the trash and took out some recycles. But I didn’t get around to folding the three loads of laundry that are still sitting on the couch, there are dishes in the sink because the dishwasher is full and running.  I refuse to wash dishes by hand just to keep the sink empty, I mean, I’ve got to draw the line somewhere right so that I can actually spend a little time … Read More

Sorry, Betty; I shouldn’t have judged so quickly.


Minnesota was dumped on by Mother Nature again this week. When I look out my window I have to keep reminding myself that it’s almost the middle of April because my eyes see a scene from February. Last Wednesday my husband, an accountant, worked from home in the morning. In the meantime, I took my shovel to our driveway and started digging a way through the seven inches of snow that had accumulated since the morning rush hour. There’s a lot of time to think when you’re shoveling and since I recently started watching the AMC series Mad Men my thoughts turned to Betty Draper, the stay-at-home mom married to the show’s main hero, Don.

If you haven’t seen the show, Betty is a more realistic portrayal of what a 1960’s upper-middle-class housewife would look like; picture perfect on the outside but trapped and lonely on the inside. There … Read More

A Day in the Life of One Stay-at-Mom

I’m up at dawn, before my brood.
A cup of coffee helps my mood.
A quick peek at my Facebook page,
Then Baby’s cry starts my day.
I take the stairs, two by two.
Please don’t wake Big Sister who,
Will surely cry and whine at me.
I take the stairs, three by three.

Before the diaper change is done,
Out from her room, comes Number One.
Since Daddy Dear is still in bed,
I plop the baby on Daddy’s head.
Some warm milk and some cartoons,
And Big Sister will be happy too.
So back up the stairs I go,
Baby needs to nurse, I know.

One arm holds Baby as she eats,
The other arm strips the sheets.
While Daddy showers (by himself)
I put some books back on the shelf.
Then to pick out clothes (a dress)
For my three-year old Princess.
For many times I’ve heard … Read More