The Working Housewife

Since Joey and I are trying to start our family I occasionally fall into the day dream of getting to be a stay at home mom once God does bless us with a child of our own. I mean what could be better than getting to stay home all day and take care of your child, right?

Then I remember there is another name for stay at home mom – housewife.



And most days there is no doubt whatsoever that I am already one of those. Most days after work I am more than ready to just come home, plop on the couch and read a good book or veg out to HGTV. (Curse you House Hunters, Property Virgins, My First Place, Income Property and For Rent! You sucked me in when we were looking to buy a house and now I can’t break free!) Instead I come home and am faced with this –





Dishes to wash...

Dishes to put away

Joey's lunch to pack


Laundry to do


Laundry to put away







Somehow I manage to tackle it all with a smile most days. Other times it really does catch up to me though. That would be why I made this for dinner the other night.

I know, I know. A good housewife would whip a dinner up from scratch with all sorts of nutritional goodies followed by a fresh baked pie. Well some of us have to work to pay off all this –

I have now realized that any grandiose dreams I have of ever being a stay at home mom/housewife will only occur if I happen to win the lottery or smack into a money tree. The mortgage, car payments, dental bills, student loans, credit cards, etc all seem to take precedence. But a girl can dream, right?