However, while on this subject, I came up with
Confession #2 of a Stay at Home Wife:
Had I married anyone other than my sweet B, I don't think I could be a SAHW.
People often ask me if I feel guilty for not contributing to the household income or if I feel that I wasted my college degree. The fact is, I do, sometimes. But the greater fact remains that I have a husband who would support me in any direction I choose. I know that he prefers me to stay home, but if I were to say, "B, I got a job," he would be happy for me.
He is never demanding.
I love taking care of him.
I look at others, friend, family, past boyfriends, and I know that I would never take the time to start dinner at noon because I want it to be perfect. Or to iron their shorts (yep, I iron dear husband's shorts).
I have days where I do nothing but go to the gym. Or swim. And he says nothing.
Then I have days where I spend hours cleaning and he walks in the door and raves about what a great wife I am. I love taking care of a man who appreciates everything that I do. No matter how big or small.
Yesterday, B and I were talking about magazine subscriptions and I actually told him I wanted to cancel my subscriptions to get a new subscription to Country Living.
Yes, I do take my role as a SAHW quite seriously.