So, obviously I have abandoned this blog for over a year now. It should be safe to say that the experiment, for me at least, was not very successful. I didn’t have a lot of motivation to make home-cooked meals just for myself, and it was really horrible timing considering I was working the equivalent of two full time jobs.
Courtney did finish her thirty days. I think she did find the experiment rather helpful and beneficial. She continues to do a lot more of the cooking around the house. I have a few holdovers. I still make my bed pretty frequently, and I have developed a rather obsessive opinion of where the remottes should go (on the little table beside the recliner, from tallest to shortest). I do like to cook, and I probably have done it more post-June that before. I’ve also developed quite the pearl fetish: I wear them all the time.
I wanted to resurrect the blog because, well frankly, I could use a hobby. it’s summertime and my classes are down to three, and I don’t have a lot to do, even cleaning and cooking a la June. I also have a new motivation to try my hand at this whole thing, as fiance is now living with me, and I have my very own Ward to practice on. However, as this is no longer a thirty days thing, I’m going to change it to Resurrecting June, instead of Thirty Days of…a title probably even more fitting since the real June Cleaver, Barbara Billingsley, passed away in the past year.
When I heard of her passing, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was metaphorical. Could her death symbolize the end of the fifties housewife? It was an idea that had been moving around in my head for a while.
So…today I got up about 7:30. Jeff is not a morning person, so I let him sleep in. Fed the dogs and started some laundry, took a shower and watched television for a bit. When I heard him getting up, I fixed him coffee and cooked breakfast: bacon, eggs, fried potatoes. I cleaned the kitchen before I even sat down to eat because it’s summertime, and I have seen a stray ant here and there. Not in my kitchen! This has made me more paranoid than usual about having food out.
We had a leisurely breakfast together, and now I am working on my online classes (really, I am, on the other window), and then later I will make dinner.
Here is the crux of how I feel about all this June stuff. I really like taking care of my fella. I like to cook, I like to meet him at the door with dinner ready for him. I like to have him give me a kiss after dinner and tell me dinner was good. The problem is finding or making time for these things during the school year when I am working multiple jobs.
So, perhaps then the question comes: do you sacrifice money to be a housewife? Or rather, to have the kind of home June would run? More thoughts on this in future posts, because I do believe there will be more!