A few days ago, my little home was insulted. Someone referred to it as a "crap-hole," (they actually substituted "crap" for another choice word) and I haven't really been able to let it go. I am not so much mad as I am just a little offended really. It's hard work being a woman. Oh how trite and old-fashioned that sounds, but it's true. I have spent many years helping to raise other peoples children and keeping their homes running smoothly. I felt, probably more than most, prepared to run my own little home when I got married. I had a decent idea of the work required and all the unseen details that would need attending to, and I don't even have my own kids yet. I put a lot of effort into keeping our humble little place running cleanly, peacefully, and smoothly. Our apartment probably predates the Native Americans that were here before the pioneers (actually, I think it was built in the 1880's) and perhaps doesn't afford us the luxuries of, oh..say...a dishwasher, but inside our purple (yes, purple) our home is clean, its healthy, and most importantly its happy. So, for someone to insult what I do and what I care for kind of offended me. Am I wrong? Is that weird? I don't know, anyway...just needed to get that off my chest.
3 years ago