A few weeks ago I saw a blog that was about why a woman made her bed everyday, you can view it here. At first the feminist that I keep locked away started banging on her cell door screaming "this is what I'm talking about! Women like this one keep knocking down any hopes of equality..." and all those other things that feminists are prone to say. 15 year old Heddy still listens to her from time to time. 31 year old super domestic mommy of three Heddy also sees the other side of the spectrum. That Heddy sees how nice it can be to devote time to her husband, her children, and even (gasp!) herself. Then, there's that in-between Heddy; the one that might rather let the beds keep while she sits on her butt in the living room and watches Netflix all day long.
The thing is, I am supposed to agree with the lady that makes her beds. I don't. I'm messy sometimes. I let chores back up sometimes. I don't always unload the dishwasher and there are occasionally dirty dishes in my sink (someone pick that lady off the floor if she reads that). I agree that my house is more efficient when it's clean. My household also thrives in glorious inefficiency a lot of the time. So do I. I have never been that person that didn't have a wrinkle. I'm the one that probably has mustard dried on her boob from the burger she ate while driving kids to practice. And that's fine with me. It's fine with my kids, and it's definitely fine with my husband...(he happens to love my boobs even if they do occasionally smell like mustard).
My problem with the article is that, now, every time I make my bed I think about that stupid article. Then I walk into my kitchen and I feel like it's not clean enough. I feel like I'm not good enough. And I think that's pretty sad. Suzy Homemaker has no right to make me feel that way. She doesn't even know who I am. That's why I am writing this. I want you to know that you don't have to make your beds if you don't want to. I think you are doing a great job. Your kids are alive. Your husband likes your boobs. And you aren't driving yourself and your family crazy with your manic tendencies. You might want to catch up on Netflix today (I'm currently binge-watching with The West Wing), I say go for it. I'm not gonna judge you I promise. I think we ladies tend to do enough of that and I, for one, am over it.
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