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She will come and go every day. I began a new routine for my house chores. Weekends are used to cook stews, soups. I put them in containers in the freezer. We can warm them to use during weekdays. The maid will help with the cleaning and doing my washings during weekends. I maintain the house during the weekdays on my own. Eventually one of the church members volunteered to come during weekends, a woman in her 60s, who happened to be a widow.

It's just that it doesn't suit her taste. Ever since she lived her after her wedding, she have thought and learned of so many things. She learned about doing some of the household chores but just the basic ones, and she loved it. She loved cleaning the house because it feels like she was now truly a wife. A wife of the man she have long dreamed to be with.

She’s so thin I can see the tiny bones in her wrist. “I’m a housewife and a mother,” I say without the sheepish tone in which I’ve heard so many women deliver this information. What I don’t say is that I’m a housewife who doesn’t do much cooking or cleaning. And that my daughter is in preschool most days. My life consists of these big blocks of free time while I wait for Victory to be done with the various activities in her busy little life. It’s dangerous for someone like me; I should really think about getting a job. The devil would find work for idle hands, my mother used to say when she was in one of her Jesus moods. Or, in my case, work for idle minds.

Becky I woke up the next morning and rubbed my eyes sleepily, I was shocked when I saw myself sleeping on the floor, it turned out I fell from the couch, last night I cried myself to sleep, I ended up sleeping in the living room all thanks to the hoodie I borrowed from one of the maids if not I would have catch a cold, and right now my whole body is aching me so bad. My eyes widened when I saw it was already 7:00 in the morning it's my first day as a housewife and I don't want my husband to go to work on an empty stomach, regardless of what happened yesterday, I’m still not going to fail in my wife duties I’m going to do my best to show him that I can be the wife he would be proud of.

she stated. “When we were kids, you were a housewife,” Daryl stated. “That’s when you were kids. Being a housewife with five kids is a job. You guys didn’t cook your own food, change your own diapers, or clean.” “True,” Bruce agreed with a nod. ****

"Then... Why are you helping me?." Christian held my gaze for a beat, before a slow smile curved his lips. "Fair enough. Though I do think you're underplaying your hand here. Being a housewife is not something to be ashamed of. It's an underrated job, if you ask me. One that requires resourcefulness and unparalleled multi-tasking abilities." I looked up at him, his words catching me off guard again. I couldn't seem to find the right response, my thoughts uncharacteristically scrambled. "Well...thank you."

She's always been the well-reserved type, selfless, sacrificing herself for others. Nathaniel groans hunching down, picking a wood tossing it into the fire then straightened upholding the top edge the concrete wall leaning his head between his outstretched arms. The quite night keep Nathaniel thinking more, with the while household sleeping. Each time Nathaniel tries forgetting and moving on from his wife's death-he finds himself right back to square one. Her death still hurt him mentally and physically. Thou Samantha moving into the house was still helpful-she just doesn't cover all the needs. A little was made.

This was exactly how Chloe had envisioned her life as a married woman, her husband early from work, with her kids either doing their homework or bonding with their father while she made dinner. Chloe wanted a big family with four kids, two dogs, and a house with a picket white fence. She wanted to bond with her family as well, and have healthy meals with them. She wanted to be a mother that was not only hardworking in her job but dutiful at home as well. She wanted something that would give her the room and flexibility of everything she wanted to become.

Yes, it's the wife's role to do that stuff but why are men not considerate of the woman's feelings? A wife can be tired too. We can be exhausted as a housewife. Do they think being a housewife is an easy role? They don't know the patience we held inside for our messy kids, the tiredness after a long day doing house chores, and the responsibility as a wife of taking care of the husband. But we didn't complain. We cried but we didn't complain about having a family. Having a family is exhausting but a fulfilling moment that we have someone on our side to grow old with.

Afternoon 1:45 pm After having a relaxing shower and dusting, she ordered her favourite junk food from a restaurant. Today, she decided to do whatever she likes and hasn't done in many years. As everytime she was busy with work, her husband, sister's drama, own grief and a lot more issues except her own to deal with giving no room to herself. She was sitting on the couch in front of the television in the living room with her legs on the table while she was dressed in pyjamas. Having no mood to go out she wore her comfy clothes and decided to stay like that, having her own company and being bothered by none. It was her birthday but she forgot and even if she would have remembered it seeing he