I’ll start off by apologising to all of the bra burning feminists of the last century for my next deranged rambling, but you really have made a rod for women’s backs!
Life used to be set in a pattern for us girls where you grew up, got married and then took your station in life to look after hearth and home whilst hubby dear went off to earn a crust. Now we grow up continually trying to excel not only in the girlie subjects like home economics and office studies, but we also try to beat the boys at their own games - okay, so we frequently win, but that’s not the point! Whilst there are many boys that claim to be men of the new millennium, lets face facts, when push comes to shove, we girls are still expected to tow the line with the housework, home accounts and children. My husband may cover a lot of the cooking, but his first question every night when he comes in from work is “What are we having for tea?”. I’m still expected to make the decisions and ensure that the kitchen is ready with utensils and ingredients for him to play out his TV chef fantasies!
For those women who have found dream guys who do a full day at work before coming home to pander to your every whim - Congratulations! However, the sad fact is that many blokes, no matter how helpful they are, would rather be sat watching the footie with their mates in the pub before coming back to a clean and tidy home and dinner on the table. To this I say “Fine!”. Many may have complained in the past, but 
a housewives life is not necessarily a desperate one! Imagine if you and all of your girlie friends didn’t have to go to work every day. With the house work up to date, it would only take an hour or two of your time to keep on top of things. Kick the husband off to work, dump the kids at school, a quick flick with the duster and the day is your own until you have to start on the dinner. Coffee mornings and long lunches with your friends, the occasional shopping trip, and regular sessions at the gym with that rather hunky personal trainer who’s in such great demand since the sauna incident.
The alternative is to carry on as you are. Get up at the crack of dawn seeing to everyone else before you rush off to a full day at work. Return home feeling completely shattered and then start on the housework and cooking. Spend your weekends catching up on all of the chores you didn’t have time for in the week, and book odd days off when things really get on top of you. Piles of paperwork, bills you’ve forgotten to pay, and the longest conversation you have with hubby dear is the e-mails you sent from work. Therefore, I’m making a stand. A woman’s place is in the home. My ambition in life is to be a housewife. Now if I could just get that lottery win, I’d be on my way …….
