Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Throw Me That Apron

I am renting a house right now.  I don't know if I ever told any of you about that, yet.  November 2009, we (Patrick and I) found this little place in a tiny dead-end neighborhood in Nashville, TN.  We rented it, found a room mate, and are spending the beginnings of "us" in this 2 bedroom, 1 bath.

It is only the 2nd actual place I have considered my home since I left my parents' house in 2003.  I had a one bedroom apartment briefly in Knoxville that felt like home to me.  But that lasted a year before I wanted to move elsewhere.  I've considered myself a nomad up until last year, and this boy finally settled me.  So now I play house, and little housewife, and domesticize myself to death.

I've only had apartments or condos until now, so I have never been completely familiar with the general upkeep of a house.  I mean, my father was a plumber/electrician and I had a brother, so I never had to fix a sink, toilet, blown fuse, or mow.  But now I am learning to do all of those things and more.

Not to mention housework.  And you know what?  I love every damn minute of it.  All I want to do when I have to go to my job is stay at home and make sure all the laundry is done, the living room is clean, the bed is made, the toilet and shower are clean, and that the kitchen is filled with some sort of wholesome food.

I realize some of you feminism loving females out there are sneering your nose right now.  Trust me, I am still all for feminism.  I am not selling out.  Or maybe I am.  A part of feminism is choice, and I choose to love doing these things.  He does not force me to do them, or require it of me.  In fact, if I had a penny for every time he says,"I just want you to be happy.  You do whatever you want with your life, and I'll be right there beside you." then neither of us would ever have to work a day in our lives again.  

Right now, my feet are stained green with the juice of fresh cut grass, and the blisters are forming on my thumbs.  And I am aching inside to write down the stories rolling in my head.

But I am content.  I am happy.  And I will attempt once again to fall asleep tonight.

Good night, all.

5 comments:

ADVERSE! said...

glad to c your back .....lol house work ect, i just loveeeeeeeeeeee cuttin my grass and i may aswell admitt it, its not easy or a small garden...my MALE neighbour says to me, your man should be doing that, i cant tell you how it annoys me, i dont flippin want him to go anywhere near our (MY) grass! and as for house cleaning ect my other half does it when i say i either dont feel well or i cant b bothered other than that i enjoy doing it alllllllllllll, love scrubbin me floors to, people around me think im nuts, ya know what i dont care, some think im super woman, i prefer super woman! clearly i dont do what call MAN jobs merely they come under the catagory of things i physically can not do myself lol

Lenina Crowne said...

Everything is so gender oriented. Male jobs, women jobs, male toys, women toys. There should just be work, and then people take care of it.
Keep it up, Super Woman. :)

Oru said...

I hear you!

I put up a shelf in *our* apaprtment all by myself and was so proud, and when we invited friends over, they asked my love how long it took him. He merely grinned and pointed at me saying, "I don't know, ask her, she did it."

It's fun, I like it, and no one can tell us what we want to do.

Huzzah!

Oru

Emmalene said...

When you live on your own you HAVE to do it by yourself, there's no choice...you just get on with it. I'm not sure that if I had a choice, I'd choose to be a housewife (different to stay-at-home-mum- I'm not being politically correct here, it's juat I think that raising kids is a terribly hard full-time job, and you're right Lenina feminism is about choice- women should be just as respected looking after their family as running a company. God I could talk about this for days!) because I frickin' HATE housework ;-) Rant over!

Lenina Crowne said...

Rant away, babe! I know what you mean though. When I lived alone for a few years, I was the one fixing my toilet and unclogging drains and wiring up the tv and things like that. Otherwise you sit in the dark with no water.
My daddy didn't raise no fool!