I locked myself out of the house today.

I was loading recyclables into my truck to take to the dump and shut the door behind me. I thought I had the keys in my pocket but I was wrong.

Of course we don’t have a spare key hidden because K is paranoid that someone will break into our house. Which is also why no windows are unlocked and the doors are always locked.

Darn my husband for caring about our safety.

So I started knocking on the neighbor’s doors so I could call someone to unlock the door. Then realized that my husband has no cell phone and my kids don’t answer their phones if they don’t recognize the number on Caller ID.

Since the only window that was unlocked was in our stairwell and in-between the first and second floors, I borrowed a ladder to break into my house. I climbed up and broke into my house.

Of course, this weekend was the city-wide rummage sale. So most of my neighbors saw me climb into my house. I’m sure that was an attractive angle of my backside.

I feel like such an idiot. Probably because that’s the third time this has happened. But this is the first time I’ve had to break into my own home.

So, K, now can we hide a spare key outside?


My Role in our Family

My husband and I chose together that I should quit a job that I loved and found very fulfilling to work part-time. I tried to stay home full-time but we found that if I work about fifteen hours a week, it gives us a bit extra money for luxury items.

I enjoy being home more. I plan the evening meal for our family, clean, and make sure the laundry is done for the day. I know many women who think that I should demand that K do his share of the housework. I disagree.

When I worked full-time, K and I would both come home tired after work. We’d both try to sort out the house, make sure a load of laundry got done and cook supper. We would do this together.

By the time we finished getting all the household chores finished, we were exhausted and often too tired to do anything with Frick and Frack besides veg out in front of the television. K and I had more arguments and just got on each other’s nerves more.

About six months before we married, I quit my job as a pharmacy technician. We discovered that with one income, we didn’t have much money left over for extras. Neither one of us wanted to save for six months just to take the boys to a baseball game.

So I took the part time job I have now. While our kids don’t get a vacation to Hawaii or Florida every year, we do have enough money to take them overnight at a hotel occaisonally. We spend much more time with them now.

K also is able to come home to a clean house and supper ready to be cooked. We are both able to relax together and enjoy our evening, which we never could before. We do more than just sit in front of the TV ignoring each other. We play Scrabble or Yahtzee. We go for evening walks or play basketball in our driveway.

I never thought that having less money would mean greater happiness in our family. We do more together now that K and I have more traditional roles in our marriage. I believe that a wife should be a helpmeet to her husband. She should be the nurturer and caretaker in the home. If that means K is happier when he comes home to a clean house and supper is already planned, I am doing my best to be his helpmeet.

Most importantly, we’re making memories with our children. I know they won’t look back and fondly remember that we bought all their clothes from the mall or got them every electronic gadget. They will remember K teaching them to hunt, playing games together and sitting in the grassy field cheering the Timblerrattlers to a win.

I know that the 70s were important for women. It allowed them to realize that they didn’t have to cook and clean and raise babies if they wanted to have careers. But the important thing to remember is that it allows you to choose what’s right for your family and you.

I know in a few years, I will once again go back to working more hours. We want to be completely debt free in ten years. A major part of that plan is that I will go to school, get my degree and get a better job. But even then, I will still work as few hours as I’m able to. I’ve decided that my family and home are more important than anything else, especially money.

I find this works best for our family. It may be different in yours. I believe that you have to find what’s best for you and yours.