When I opened the picture book for my children, I found out how many housewives' real lives were mapped in this fairy tale world. This is not a picture book for children, but for mothers.
The story begins with Mrs. White Rabbit's diary: she burned a hole in her husband's vest. Mr. Wang stamped his foot, complained, complained and cursed, and was late for work again.
Mrs. White Rabbit has six children. The eldest daughter is an adolescent girl full of fantasies and bent on dieting. For her, Mrs. White Rabbit tried 100 kinds of recipes. Twin sons who are too casual to be described as lively and active are usually so curious about the poop in the toilet; There is a little daughter who is in a difficult period of entering school, a little son who is curious about sex, and a newborn baby.
Six children just fill all the difficult stages of parenting, plus a husband who cares nothing. It takes minutes for such a life to turn a housewife into a desperate housewife.
In fact, when I was in my twenties, my fantasy for housewives was that there was no financial pressure, a husband who loved you and a lovely child, and I was completely devoted to "doing what I like":
Ten years later, reality hit him in the face. Whether it is a stay-at-home mother or a working mother, in the real world, who can understand the pain of women except ourselves? Professional women need you to balance your family and career, and all interviews will ask questions about marriage, family and children without exception; Stay-at-home mothers do the hardest work, but they get nothing in return, and even end up being accused and disgusted because they have no income.
I left my job for a while, thinking of taking a few months off before looking for a job. But it was those short three months that made me decide to have my own job even if I gave less money.
The life of a housewife is pitifully monotonous
There is no poetry and distance, only the monotony of home, school and food market. Every day, my life is confined within two kilometers of Fiona Fang, and the biggest thing I see every day is the gossip in supermarkets and food markets. There is less and less communication with people. At the same time, it has become less and less fond of communicating with people. Gradually out of touch with society, do not care about social information, only around three meals a day.
In this way, I gradually have no conversation with my husband and children. Without communication, distance will gradually come into being.
The division of labor and cooperation between my husband and me has also become all my commitments.
I used to have a clear division of labor with my husband. You plow, I weave, I carry water to water the garden. But since I am at home full-time, the balance of housework has completely tilted to my side for one reason: you are at home every day, aren't you doing all these jobs? Not only that, sometimes, some things may just not be done well enough, and they will also be the reason for quarreling. Just like Mrs. White Rabbit scalded a small vest on Mrs. White Rabbit, it caused all kinds of dissatisfaction and complaints from Mr. White Rabbit. It often happens in real life.
Housework seems unremarkable, but in fact it is trivial and complicated, consuming time and energy. No sense of accomplishment, no return and understanding, it seems that everything has disappeared in time.
The parent-child relationship with children will not be better because of staying at home full time.
In just three months, I felt the despair and loss of housewives and decided to return to work. Although it's a little harder, I want to remain independent. But at work, I am always on standby at home, and at home, I am always on standby at work. In life, except for living, you can't see poetry and distance. Once, girls' dreams were sealed in an unknown corner, leaving only a messy living room, endless housework and endless hearts.
Mrs. White Rabbit wrote in her diary: There is a big gap between real life and my dream. How I want to concentrate on writing and create one wonderful story after another, which is full of amazing places and unusual characters. However, in such a monotonous life, how can we find inspiration? Day after day, every day is similar. Three meals, housework and children occupy most of my time. Today is my birthday. I am 30 years old. I wonder if my husband still remembers?
Finally, Mr. Wang read his wife's diary and made a crooked cake at the last minute to celebrate Mrs. White Rabbit's 30th birthday. On the back cover of this book, the vest with a hole was patched up again. It also indicates that the wife is cured by love!
Everyone remembers his birthday, such an ugly cake, and these are all Mrs. White Rabbit's and all her expectations. What about each of us women? In the family, how can we balance management, keep ourselves but take care of everything?