You know, they don’t call you housewife (a wife married to a house?!) any more. That is gender specific, being regarded as discrimination since the ’70s. So you’ve been given fancier titles – homemaker; domestic engineer; home and family facilitator. It does look better when filling in forms. Does it do any good to your self-esteem, if you were a career woman in your other life?
I am not sure.
Come and look at the job of a homemaker, as defined in the Simple English Wikipedia. The list is made up of 32 bullet points. Shall I copy and paste it here? On second thoughts, I shouldn’t bother you if you aren’t already aware of what a homemaker has been doing, day in day out. But if you must know, click here: http://www.simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homemaker
Going through the list, I can safely say I score only average. Hence the dispirited self. I have already confessed previously that I hate four letter words – cook, dust, iron, wash. Have I also mentioned that I do not have green fingers, I have brown thumbs, gradually killing all the house plants? I am not one of the house proud.
Moreover, there is one particular area I fail miserably. Caring for pets. Not that I mistreat them. Just that we don’t have any. You want the truth? We don’t allow any. Well. I don’t allow any. They have always wanted a cat. But anything with four legs that moves is not going to be anywhere near me. I have made that clear in no uncertain terms. So they have Brendan and Charlie instead (remember the bees?).
Anne Tyler once said – “I was standing in the school yard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? Or are you still just writing?” I feel for her. Do you think she would have empathy for a homemaker too?