“The honorary Stepford Wife”

Just this week my sister launched her new and improved website – finally.  In said website, she wrote the blog “The Campins Cast of ‘Characters.’”  Here is her description of me:  “The youngest of the Campins women and undoubtedly the one who is always right – just ask her. As an agent of the Campins Company, her tenacity is a cornerstone of her expertise and success. But as my sister and the honorary Stepford Wife, it’s almost guaranteed that we will be on opposing teams… hers naturally including Sofia.”

Although I could easily tell you how I am always right, I thought it would be more interesting to explore the “Stepford Wife.”  Shall we?  As I prepared to write this, I actually googled Stepford Wife.  C’mon, who doesn’t do a little good ‘ol research on google?  Anyway, much to my surprise, I discovered the Stepford Wives Organization at http://stepfordwives.org.   Wow!  There is actually a Stepford Wives organization.  Where can I sign up?  Ok, let’s be honest, this website sounds more like a parody than a legit organization, but the more I read through it, the more I really wanted to apply.  😉

There are a few statements straight from the Stepford Wives Organization of which I 100% agree. Those, I have listed below.  I also enjoyed several hilarious proclamations (that I may or may not disagree with – plead the 5^th?), such as: “Stepford Wives Organization believes that as women, we should regard and revere our husband’s decisions as the final, penultimate authority in our lives. Our husbands are our fashion advisors: they decide what we wear. They are our food critics: they tell us what we cook well and what we should and should not cook. They are our political advisors: they decide how we should vote. They are our intellectual guides: they tell us what and how we should think.”  Ok, clearly I do not believe that…or do I?

Moving on to the undeniable truths:
Stepford Wives Organization celebrates the male as head-of-our-household, and the traditional family unit. We believe the traditional family is still a good, sound idea that can be brought into this modern day and age alongside new living arrangements.
Stepford Wives Organization is a website that supports the idea of the homemaking wife who is not only the cheery domestic goddess, but a fantastic dresser, neat as a pin, a lady with good manners, and a gracious, well-behaved, obedient wife who always puts her man first.
Stepford Wives Organization supports and promotes the Stay-At-Home-Mother.
Stepford Wives Organization celebrates the good housekeeping days of the 1950s.
Stepford Wives Organization believes our men are No.1. They are our protector, our knights, and, in Helen B. Andelin’s words, “The kingpin around which all other activities of our lives revolve.” (That is, until we have children.  At that point, be happy as No. 2 thank you very much).

I will continue perusing that site a little later, but now I must address the seriousness of being a housewife.   Really, I’m serious.   If you have read my blog from day one you already know I am an alumna of the University of Miami.   You would also know that I worked at my alma mater for nearly three years after my graduation and that I have also been a licensed realtor in the state of Florida since eighteen.  It goes without saying that by twenty-five I know what it’s like to be employed, an independent contractor and also unemployed.

This past year was the first since I was seventeen that I have been jobless.  The interesting thing, however, is that I am not actually “jobless.”  This is my first off-season as a “housewife.”  That being said, I have never been busier!   I am constantly maintaining the house, taking care of the husband and tending to our animals.  When it comes to taking care of the husband, 75% of that involves his belly.   I don’t know what the average husband eats in a day but I can tell you mine doesn’t stop.  For the first time in my life, I am cooking three times a day.    Wait a second; let me correct that last statement.   For the first time in my life, I am cooking.   I have never really cooked prior to this year.  Sure, I could fry an egg or throw some chicken in the oven (all things I don’t even eat anymore), but I have never proudly prepared recipes that I could share with the family.
I may not be employed or have a 9 to 5, but I don’t stop.    I spend every waking minute taking care of my family.   Even though we don’t have children yet (there goes my life as I know it) and my family consists of a husband and four animals, I am happier than I have ever been.   Now that David is done with baseball and working out again, we wake up at the crack of dawn and get back home in the early afternoon.  Yes, I work out with him.  No, we are not attached at the hip.  Well, possibly at the ramus superior.   Nevertheless, once we are home, I get right back to cooking.   It can be a lot of work but I am thoroughly enjoying it.    Mostly because it makes my husband happy, and who doesn’t love making their man happy?

As if the cooking wasn’t enough to keep me busy, I also happen to be a clean freak.  Having three cats and a dog doesn’t exactly make keeping the house clean an effortless job, yet somehow, I manage.   I try to do a little cleaning everyday, with a deep clean once a week.    As a homebody, my home is my sanctuary and if it’s a mess, I simply can’t relax.    I am pretty sure I do not suffer from OCD, however.  Not in the clinical sense, anyway.
I may be sounding anti-feminist right about now, but I do have a lot of respect for women who work.   Obviously there is a difference between the women who have to work for their own livelihood and that of their family’s, to those who choose to work despite not having to.  Those women, I don’t understand.   😉
Alrighty then, I am done.  Back to the best job ever – being a submissive housewife.