I have never confessed this secret to anyone, ever. I don’t know why I am doing it now. Maybe because my anxiety has gotten worse, and has resulted in insomnia, so I am a little punchy.
But the confession is that I have an unhealthy obsession with the blogs of Christian Housewives. And not mainstream Christians either. I like the women who homeschool and talk about “unilateral wifely submission.”
Would I be happier if I stayed at home, knitted dish cloths and submitted to my husband’s will?
“What are you cooking for dinner?”
“I don’t know. You tell me sweetie, you’re in charge.”
I wouldn’t have to think about a thing. Think of all the time I would save – not thinking.
I can see this working out if you were married to someone really brilliant. Like someone who told me to invest in real estate in Dubai a decade ago.
But what if you were married to a twit. Someone who told you to give all your money to Madoff? And you’re like, “I don’t know. There something about that Bernie that I don’t like….” And he’s gets all 1 Timothy 2:11 on you. And you know there is nothing to do but write the check. That would have totally made me pissy.
Plus, he probably wouldn’t let me watch all the t.v. that I like to watch. And I would probably have to learn to cook.
Things probably worked out for the best.
PS – I am not giving you the URL of any of the blogs. The ladies might find their way here. And Christian women of this sort just about do me in with their aggressive kindness.