So I've been a wife for a pretty short period of time. A whopping 18ish months. My grandma is one of the people I have always looked up to as a wife and mother. She was not perfect. No one is. But she was impressive. She always had a garden. The dishes were always done and the laundry always folded. She wore makeup daily. And looked beautiful. Had that sort of 1950 Stepford wife vibe, but was still an individual. Now that Lu is a little older and I don't need to spend all my time in actual contact with him I'm trying hard to be a better wife and mother. Trying to work a little harder at keeping the dishes clean and the floors swept. I've found some interesting websites and blogs about homemaking and the art of womanhood and wifery. They interest me and pull me a little deeper into the urge to be better at my choice of career. So that's where I stand. Maybe sometimes when he gets home I'll actually be wearing real person clothes instead of his gym shorts. Maybe I'll have a little mascara and blush on instead of looking like I just woke up. Maybe I'll try a little harder to get the laundry folded within 24 hours rather than leaving it for a week. Not all at once and not every day, but the little things can make a difference. So I'll let you know how my my wifery skills improve. =)
A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy. She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years.
I'm a 23 year old wife and mom trying to find a place in the world. I'm my husband's mistress since he's married to the army. I love to read, cook, and eat, not necessarily in that order. I live, I laugh, I cry, and sometimes I even get it right.