30 day 1950s housewife challenge

Is home making a lost art?

over the past 60 years of wives and mothers entering the work force has the nuclear family suffered? Can we really have it all, a family and career or will one or the other suffer? These are the questions I have come to ask myself. Am I alone in these inquests? I am prepared for the angry feminist backlash. But, here we go.

Over the first year of our marriage I have stayed at home. This was the first time in my life that I was not working. Initially it was a very large adjustment(I will go into depth in a future post). With some loving encouragement from my husband, Brandon. I retook my real estate course that I had done prior to our marriage. What happened over the next two weeks was very interesting.

First let me say Brandon is a very independent and self sufficient man, that being said. I had an over whelming feeling that my house and family was falling apart with my absence during the 830am to 530pm hours. I finished my class and I will be happy to have my license, but because of this experience of realizing my family needs me more than I ever imagined I decided to take on this personal challenge.

6:30am I woke up shortly after Brandon. We tag teamed our oldest son to get him ready for the day. I fed Jack and sent him on his way. while the other two boys slept I had a coffee and printed off my chores list, adding a few personal errands that I needed to do. all of this is typical morning. But, after the children woke I got them ready, and tidied up their room. Then the big kicker, I got myself ready. Donned in a red pinup girl clothing dress, authentic red rose tooled leather flats from Olvera st, Los Angles, Light Makeup and a french twist. Honestly this added 30 minutes to my day, and well worth it let me explain why.

We stepped out of the house for our errands, first to Walmart for a 5 minute trip. I was stopped by a woman my age complimenting me. After countless people following the same manor it set the precedence for the day, a constant smile was on my face. This continued by more than a handful of people through out the day. Better than that is people treated me more friendly and respectful than usual. All I can account for is that I was put together like a lady, in turn I held myself as a lady and people naturally respond to that. This is just an idea. Also I caught my husband looking at me with admiration.

All in all the first day was an experience. I am excited for the next 29 days.

The checklist below was downloaded from the50shousewife.com