Recently I was asked why I am busy. It was asked by someone I don’t know and I don’t care to know more. I didn’t feel the question came out of curiosity but rather “You are a housewife, what could you do that keeps you busy?”
I didn’t answer. I’m not going to answer such a question when I do not like why it is asked. It is none of your business.
So instead I mull on it for myself and shred myself because surely I don’t do enough. I’m lazy. I’m worthless.
What do I do with my time? Sure I do the housewife shit, minus cooking. And Noah has started doing laundry in the last few weeks.
I also homeschool my kids, which takes a lot more hours than you would think. I plan, I execute, I clean up.
I spend a tremendous amount of time researching child development because I need to do this right and I don’t know how.
I plan for travel. My kids are world travelers in a way I could not have imagined when I was a child living in abject poverty. My kids have seen the world. I couldn’t imagine the world. It takes a surprising amount of time to plan and execute.
I have a social life that is busier than it should be. I know.
I garden and remodel my house. This takes up a lot of my time.
I have written two books and I need to take the second apart and simplify it and I have more waiting to get out. I don’t have the spoons to address this right now. But it intermittently fills my time.
I provide a lot of support for various sufferers of mental and physical health problems. I do a lot of this online but it also exists in my real life. I need connection with other people who have experienced trauma. I spend time on this.
I manage my own physical and mental health problems. Do y’all realize I’m up to nine health care providers and I have more referrals coming that haven’t been followed up on yet? I also need to keep up with managing my kids health care providers.
What do I do? Oh, not much. Just sit around watching Netflix and eating bonbons. Like you do.