For many women, this ideal is their reality. Their existence is so wrapped up in their husband’s that they say things like, “we fly the F-16.” Just for the record, that plane is a one-seater.
These women do water aerobics in the summer, have meetings about how to better support their husbands, plan parties to celebrate every career milestone, volunteer, and later become near-perfect mothers.
Would I like to be like these women? Maybe, it seems like a peaceful existence. What I do know for sure is that I’m not. I don’t get any satisfaction from staying at home. Let the house go to hell, I find my joy working. Even in the summer, I can let the laundry slide and let the dishes pile up while I research world literature on the computer. I want to be a supportive wife, but my cooking adventures usually make a huge mess that the Hub has to clean up ’cause I’m too disappointed to deal with it.
So, I’m not typical. I’m messy, hate housework, sleep too much, put my career up there with my husband’s, haven’t had a kid yet, and abandon my husband for a girl’s weekend at the drop of my hat. Atypical by any standard.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
PS: While typing this, I find myself humming, "There’s got to be more to life" Coincidence? I think not.