A few months ago I got lost in a vortex. Of housewife blogs. My husband was away on a month long business trip and I needed to find some comfort somewhere.But through all of my digging I never found a wife out there that I could really relate to. Dont get me wrong I found a lot of good tips. How to keep yourself occupied while your hubby’s gone,some recipes, things like that. But I noticed a trend.The majority of these wives all looked the same, with picture perfect decorated homes. From all natural baby food recipes to mommy wine nights. An unrelatable lifestyle.As Larry David said it, “vanilla bullshit”!. Maybe their lives are as crisp as the linens they post,but mine isn’t. I share a 650 sq ft apartment with my husband. That is an eclectic mix of horror movie posters,vintage inspired knockoffs,mismatched furniture that I love,and Betsey Johnson houseware i found at Ross.. I have massive anxiety and a passion for band shirts. Sure I cook and bake and do all those stepford wife duties. But what about the wives that don’t have kids,or a perfect life.The ones that have health problems, marriage issues, money issues(everything we’ve already covered at some point in our almost 5 years). what about those wives? Its like HS all over again,feeling strange for not fitting the definition of what your label is. And I’m here to vent about it. I love being a wife. And I’m so fortunate that I’m able to stay home and do everything that i need to do.Lets just say I married one of the good ones. I’m really only starting this blog as some sort of creative outlet for myself.And who knows, maybe one day some other wife out there like me will find it and not feel like a loner in this carbon copy society anymore.
xo- zombie housewife
Currently listening to- Everlong by The Foo Fighters