Morning Skincare:

Happy International Asexuality Day! 🖤🤍💜

Here's a nice, grass green 1946 Packard to get you in the mood for St. Patrick's Day...

Pink!

Daily chores for a clean home:

Monday: living room

Wipe down tables

Dust surfaces

Tidy up shelves and tables

Wipe windows and windowsills

Dust heaters

Vacuum + mop

Tuesday: kitchen and dining room

Wipe down appliances

Spot clean fridge + throw out anything that might have spoiled

Clean sink, counters and dining table

Reorganize and spot clean pantry

Clean microwave

Vacuum + mop

Wednesday: bathroom

Wash towels and bath mat

Wipe counters and mirrors

Disinfect toilet, shower and tub

Tidy cabinets

Empty trash cans

Vacuum + mop



Thursday: bedroom

Dust + declutter nightstand

Dust cabinets, windowsills and fans

Change sheets

Vacuum + mop

Friday: wrap up

Go over anything you couldn’t finish this week

Declutter counters

Clean desks

Clean out car, bag and phone

Schedule appointments

Go over mail 

Vacuum and wet mop throughout entire house

Weekend: reset and relax

Write out to do lists

Meal prep and make grocery list

Review calendar

Make time for self care

Now that sounds like one peaceful life!

I just want a nice home. A nice home to clean, decorate, & make warm, welcoming, & safe for not only my family & I, but for those in our lives. A home that people look forward to stepping foot in, not dread.

I want a husband who is not only my best friend, but my soul-mate & provider. Who I know always has things under control. Who makes me feel safe, like he'll never stop loving me. Like I can always depend on him. Like he'll never hurt me & I'll never live in fear again.

I want children. Children that I can care for, love, & play with all day. Children that will always know that mommy & daddy always have their best interests at heart. Who know mommy & daddy love each other just as much as they love them, so they can grow up with a healthy view of what a relationship should be. Children that I can tuck in at night after reading a story to, after having given a nice warm bath & can chase around the house or out in the yard during the day.

I want a nice, big kitchen that I can cook & bake in. A kitchen that always has food waiting to be eaten that I made for those I love. They'll never have to worry about going hungry. None of us will.

I want pets that we can play with & brush & give treats & new toys to. Pets that will settle down with us at night in front of a fire in chilly evenings & will be a part of our family.

I want a garden. One where I grow food to use for recipes. One where my children are free to learn how to use their hands to dig into the soil to plant their favorite fruits or vegetables.

I want a calm, loving life. I want to settle down. I don't need to travel the world. I don't need to be famous or rich. I just want simplicity. But for some reason, it feels like asking for that is what's known as too much nowadays.

I highly agree with this.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am all for breaking the heteronormative mold and rising above oppression. But one thing that I do idolize about that time was the fact that, for some families (including my great grandparents), a family, dog, vehicle and mortgage (not rent!) could be supported with one person’s income. Of course, this varied person to person due to the fact that there were many other intersectional factors at play, but it was true for some.

Nowadays, in most places, you’re lucky to get a half-decent house or a reasonable apartment with both partners in a relationship working multiple jobs, and even then they have to worry about food and bills, nevermind transportation and pets. 

This is why we need a wealth tax and some serious redistribution.

Maybe the fertility rate for The United States wouldn’t be so dismally low if we had an economy the could support single-earner households.

Wanting a man to provide for you doesn’t mean you’re incapable. Of course you’re capable. But it’s nice to have someone help you and take of you. That doesn’t mean you can’t do those things yourself. That just means someone loves you enough to make your life that bit easier <3

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Home Mothers & Working Mothers are both valid.

you can do either one and still love your children with all your heart~

The Monroe News-Star, Louisiana, May 12, 1950