On being a working housewife

The older I get, the more I become interested in the domestic arts. I consider myself a working housewife. I hold a job and, with Mr. LaVeaux, I maintain a home.

I work full-time and have to go into the office a couple of times a week, but in the past year and a half I’ve been able to spend most of my working days at my home office.

My job allows me to work in the comfort of my home where I can spend time with my cats and see my husband everyday when he comes home for lunch.

It’s a great freedom that comes with great responsibility.

One thing I’ve discovered is that housework is more accessible when you work at home. It’s natural, really. You need to run a load of laundry, so you do it. It only takes a few short minutes to fill the washer and start a load. The floor needs sweeping? Grab the broom and go at it.

My typical house cleaning day is either Wednesday or Thursday. I take small breaks through my work day to get up and out of my chair, moving my body while taking care of my home.

It’s quite a liberating thing to “kill two birds with one stone.”

I also take a few minutes to look over the store ads online and put together my weekly grocery list.

I find that my interest in housework has grown since I started this work-at-home thing. Being in the house nearly every single day gives me a sense of true homeownership. When I worked at an office 30 minutes from home, my house felt like a landing strip where I crashed each night.

Housework…who has the time or energy for that?

These days, housework is something that I take great pleasure in doing…all those little chores that life requires to maintain a living space.

I have also found a renewed and strengthened interest in crafting and fiber art. I’ve knitted and made more jewelry since I started working from home than I did before. It seems to go hand in hand…housekeeping and creative arts.

And not having a daily commute really helps a person’s blood pressure stay low and healthy.

Maybe I’m weird, but I’m happy.

The house is clean, dinner is cooked, and my workday is nearly over. Now, where are my knitting needles?

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