Being A Housewife Novels & Stories

His wife Jenna works as an accountant so they were able to buy their first home. "Think of it as finally getting that break that you wanted from us." I understand that being a mother can get tiring even when your children are grown. So that we are finally leaving the house, then she can use her time to enjoy the things that she does. Instead of having to cook our dinners or do our laundry and all those other motherly things. Mom places the basket on my bed and takes a seat, resting her hands in her lap. "I always say that sweetheart, but that does not mean I meant it. I will miss you, your brother, and Jenna."

I started telling him about my life before. My husband at first, he was kind and he really loved me. I can't imagine that he would trade me for a girl. He never made me overthink. Because since we got married, he was only at home and in the office. I'm at home, just a plain housewife. Tiga-saing, tiga-labu, tiga-husa, tiga-cook as long as everything to be done inside is done by me. "So, your hubby is also sweet, sister," he excitedly promised me.

“A woman is often the one who makes sacrifices in a marriage. I quit my job back then to care for our baby at home—give birth and take care of our child. I became a full-time housewife, but what did I get? I was disconnected from society and lived my life around my husband and child. I didn’t have the time or mood to look presentable. “Just like that, I accidentally became a plain-old housewife. I gave so much but they meant nothing to others. I was blamed for not coaxing our child when he cried, and I was condemned for not taking good care of him when he was sick. I was criticized for not raising our child well although I was always at home.

I didn’t want to have cause to complain about anything, and it should be this way for sometime now. “Plus, I get to play the role of housewife right here. If I went over to the main home, I wouldn’t be allowed to enter into the kitchen to make my meals, and do some certain things I love. I prefer being here for sometime till we have passed the honeymoon phrase,” I said calmly.

Since the first attack incident, she had closed all social networks. -Hell, I need to do something- she yelled towards the ceiling. She looked around for something that would attract her attention to do. The house was not even disorganized. She did not have a housekeeper, but she paid a person who came three times a week and was in charge of keeping his house ready and clean. She didn't even have to worry about that. Later she might start cooking, it was the only housework she allowed herself, and she loved it.

It is often the price of having good memories with her. Our life as husband and wife is prolonged. I got into a mechanical job while also building my dream business by and by. She, on the other hand, is enjoying being a housewife. She takes over the garden, I almost forgot that she has a garden in her ancestral house. Every time I come home, she greets me with a kiss. I hunt meats she can cook, she apparently enjoys preparing different meals instead of repetitive lamb. But, she doesn't want to wash oversized clothes in the laundry so she's coaching our wolfy training every day.

"I'll prepare a roast." I can already see her mind coming up with ideas about tonight. She looks more excited than I am. She lives for this kind of thing. My mother is a homemaker. She has always been the one to take care of me and the house. She has never wished for a life outside the pack. She is just content with being a mother, a wife, and a mate.

John asked, dropping down his spoon to focus more on what his wife was saying. "I don't know, baby. I've been trying to manage the work and the house chores together, and now that we just got married, it hasn't been that easy for me." She said. John thought for a moment before he spoke. "So what are you planning do about it?" "I'm thinking of employing a maid. I think we should get a house help, you know...someone who will take care of the cooking, cleaning, and the rest while I'm away at work." She gestured as she spoke.

Even though Mom was offered a position in the company, she declined, much to Dad's chagrin. "Alright, Sister," I heard Sister Shane coaxing Sister May. I held my breath as my thoughts took over. I brushed them aside, focusing on the present. "Let's get together. In two months, she'll be a housewife. No tricks," Meriam insisted. Sister May reluctantly agreed. My sister witnessed Mom's sacrifices when she became a housewife. It's not easy to be alone at home, waiting for your husband's return. Marriage and motherhood aren't like regular jobs where you can take a day off or log out when bored. It's a significant commitment and a lifelong contract.

However, her role extends far beyond just that of a homemaker; it is in her unwavering love for her husband Sahil and their cherished daughter, Aditi, that she truly finds her purpose and happiness. In the bustling city of delhi Sameera has woven a tapestry of love and care that envelops her family. Her days are a rhythmic symphony of nurturing and managing the household, creating a haven where love flows freely. Though she may not have a traditional career, her devotion and dedication to her family are unparalleled.