Confessions of a Housewife

I am a homemaker. Being a housewife is the choice I regret most in my life, and it is also the choice I have no regrets in my life. Logically, this sentence doesn't make sense, but it aptly expresses my true inner feelings.

? I understand you. I understand how hard it is for you to make money, but you don’t know how hard it is for me to run a household.

I have to say that I am a qualified housewife. I run my family as a business, conscientiously and diligently. For more than 20 years, our home has always been clean and bright with bright windows and spotless dust. My wife and daughter always have food waiting for them when they come home. I do all the housework and make our home as warm and inviting as possible. At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with this family life model of “men taking charge of the outside and women taking charge of the house” that had continued from primitive society to feudal society.

But gradually, I found something was wrong. I don’t know when my wife entered the house, put on her slippers, turned on the TV, leaned on the sofa, and while watching TV, she didn’t forget to glance at her mobile phone. When the food was served, he watched TV while eating. After eating, he pushed his bowl away, leaned back on the sofa, or continued watching TV, playing with his mobile phone, or falling asleep.

This is the entire life content of his return home.

I was busy in front of him, taking the empty plates and bowls from the dining table to the kitchen, washing the pots and pans, and cleaning the stove. Then wipe the table, collect garbage bags... My busy figure is like a ball of air in front of his eyes. He can't see it at all, let alone help me. If the oil bottle at home fell over, as long as it didn't fall on the bed and hinder his rest, he would usually be too lazy to help it. Housework is the most regenerative thing in the world and can never be finished. When I am tired from working alone, I will tell him to collect the garbage bags. He hesitated and reluctantly collected the garbage bags in the living room and threw them out the door, but he would not put another bag in the trash can. And I have to collect the garbage bags in the kitchen and bathroom. If I'm not sensible, why don't you collect the garbage bags from the kitchen and bathroom? Nine times out of ten, this sentence will become the trigger for a war; if I refuse to accept it in anger, the garbage bags will stay obediently until I can't stand it anymore and collect them.

In short, when he returns home, he is "Master". The reason is that making money outside is tiring.

I am not so cold-blooded. I want him to finish his hard work outside and still have to do housework when he comes home. However, his "grandfather" style made me doubt my status and value in the family.

He works hard to earn money, and I do all the housework. We each perform our duties. This is still a harmonious and beautiful family situation, and I am still a happy housewife. The premise is that I understand how difficult it is for you to earn money to support your family, and you have some recognition of my contribution to the family, instead of thinking that every meal I work hard to cook is grown in the soil or on trees.

As it turns out, I was naive to the point of stupidity.

When we had a quarrel, he yelled: "You are idle at home every day, what can you do? Why don't you just cook? Who earns this house!"

My heart was shocked, and I suddenly felt that I was at a loss for words.

We started from scratch and have a solid emotional foundation. I was unexpected that he could say this.

Probably, he experienced the joy of speaking his mind. From time to time, he conveyed a message to me intentionally or unintentionally through actions or words: I earned this home, and you are idle at home every day. Just do some housework!

Probably, he experienced the joy of speaking his mind. From time to time, he conveyed a message to me intentionally or unintentionally through actions or words: I earned this home, and you are idle at home every day. Just do some housework!

To say that he has no sense of responsibility seems to be an injustice to him. He would take the money home, buy food at home, and occasionally buy vegetables. Not eating, drinking, whoring or gambling. If I humbly accept his "uncle" style, he seems to be impeccable. The problem lies in my lack of spiritual practice, or in other words, I am pretentious. I always expect him to know where our rice is kept.

I once gave him some teachings, hoping that when he found that the oil bottle at home was overturned, he would use his fingers to help it, but I found that my efforts had no effect at all.

Soon, I found a reason to forgive him, and at the same time I found a step down - as an ordinary man who has been influenced by thousands of years of feudal culture, if I asked him to quickly evolve into a It would be too harsh for new and new human beings who are fully aware of the contributions of housewives.

I admit that I was the one who was wrong. From the day I chose to be a housewife, my entire life has been denied by my lover and society.

This is the choice I regret most in my life.

Is there any more meaningful investment in this world than spending a lot of time raising children?

After my daughter was born, the most outrageous thing I said was: As long as I can still have enough food and clothing, I will take good care of my child at home.

I can’t understand the practice of some young couples leaving their children to the elderly while they both go out to work.

It is important to go out and make money, but is there any more meaningful investment in this world than spending a lot of time educating children?

When my daughter was learning to speak, I bought her the book "Reading Pictures" and taught her to read it word by word. When she was a little older, I read fairy tales and fables to her every night. She will be happy that the lost little white rabbit in the story finally found a home, and will shed tears for the wronged Snow White.

My daughter gradually grew up and went to kindergarten, preschool, and elementary school... At that time, our home was less than 50 meters away from the school. My daughter often went to school by herself, and I lay on the floor of our house on the third floor. From the window, I watched her enter the school gate, wash up, and then buy groceries. Before my daughter got out of school, I had packed up the house, prepared and washed all the ingredients for cooking, and just waited for the father and daughter to come back and put on the cooking. After my daughter comes back from school, she does her homework. I look at her textbook, familiarize myself with what she has learned that day, and check her mastery of what she has learned. After doing this, I go to cook. Often when my wife gets home, the meal is ready.

This is my daughter’s daily life from kindergarten to elementary school.

I followed the teacher’s teaching progress and studied all the language and mathematics textbooks from the first to sixth grade of elementary school with my daughter. I read through every text in the entire elementary school and read every math problem. In order to better tutor my daughter, I even previewed in advance. I often do interesting questions and Mathematical Olympiad questions with my daughter. I have taken great pains to adopt various rewards and punishment measures to increase my daughter's interest in doing the questions.

Teaching my daughter to learn Pinyin is a challenge for me. Originally, I was not very good at learning Chinese Pinyin, but later I forgot some of it, and it was really difficult for me to tutor my daughter. I started with a, o, e and learned bit by bit. In order to facilitate my memory, I found pieces of cardboard and typed out a four-line grid. I classified the initial consonants, single finals, complex finals, and overall syllables for recognition, and compiled it into a Chinese pinyin table with red pen and black pen.

Besides doing housework and tutoring my daughter in her studies, I spend almost all my spare time reading. Every time I see a good article, I mark it and read it to my daughter during meal time. Often, I would prepare the meal and put it on the table, and the father and daughter would start eating, while I would start reading aloud at the dinner table. What I read to my daughter are mostly articles from Reader. Today, many years later, I still remember an article I once read to her called "The Last Plate". In the article, the parents relied on the meager income of looking after carports in a community to support their son's education. One day, the couple suddenly spent all their money to invite their neighbors to their home for dinner. Everyone speculated about the reason, but no one knew why the couple was treating them. It was not until the last plate was served that the neighbors suddenly realized. On the last plate that was served, there was an admission notice from Tsinghua University. By the end of the article, I burst into tears.

I used the meal break to read to my daughter throughout her entire elementary school and junior high school years.

My daughter, who just graduated from college in June this year, was admitted to the Xincai Judicial Bureau with the first place in the written test and interview in the Henan Provincial Civil Service Recruitment Examination, and also ranked first in the total score in the written test and interview. With a score of 1, he stood out in the recruitment of selected students. Because the latter had better development prospects, my daughter gave up the employment of the Bureau of Justice.

Looking back at my daughter’s growth, I am deeply gratified. Because I have never been absent from my daughter's growth. I have participated in all the joys and worries of her growth, and have witnessed every step and every moment of her growth.

I don’t know if my companionship is meaningful, but I have fulfilled the obligations of a mother and I have no regrets for myself.

Therefore, I can proudly say that being a housewife is the most regrettable choice for me in this life.

? A housewife's text.

As a housewife, it is a crime for me not to make money, but I am hopelessly in love with writing articles. This makes me ashamed to say it.

As a housewife, I do not have the dignity of a working woman, the pampering of a full-time wife, and no channel to realize the value of life. What is even sadder is that I do not have the understanding and recognition of my lover. Only words can give my pale and barren life sustenance, make me feel that my life is meaningful, make me feel that all living things are interesting, and make me feel that the world is lovely. So, I want to keep writing.

I dream that one day, my article will be published in "Reader" and it will no longer be signed by someone else's name, but my own name.

I still dream that one day, I will be like a man. After I earn money and go home, I will not worry about anything except eating. I will open my mouth and stretch out my hands while cooking. ". What a wonderful thing this would be!