Oh dear. It’s happened. I’m overwhelmed.
I’ve been a stay-at-home-wife for eight months now, and I’ve hit a strange point of being “over it”. I never thought you could actually be “over” staying home all the time, but it’s a lot of pressure, especially in the environment I’m in. Here in the the Northeast, and in the family I married into, it’s not very common for wives to not work, especially if they don’t have children. A few of my husband’s family members have raised their eyebrows at me, even though he’s made it very clear it’s not a topic up for discussion. I’ve always been one to disregard what other people are concerned about easily, but the snide comments and odd looks are getting to me.
I’m not staying home because of a religious conviction, or because I’m lazy. I’m staying home because I don’t know what to do if I were to get a job. I’m not about to go flipping burgers when my husband makes six figures a year, and I’m not going to go back to college just for the sake of going.
I keep trying to figure out what to do. I know some things that interest me, but I’m not sure how to parlay those into a job that lets me work and still maintain our lives here at home. Even with no kiddos to worry about, keeping up with his long work schedule, the stock portfolio, the cooking, cleaning, laundry, paying bills, arranging dinner parties, keeping up with family and making sure our lives are in order and on track is a pretty demanding gig!
I’m hoping that moving to an area with more creative people will enhance my opportunities, but right now I’m in the middle of suburbia, stuck in a bit of a rut.
