i have been a mother for 5 years ago (a year of it absentee/ cyberific) but i have yet to be wife, fulltime. the times i could be for Shadowman, here in Manila, are still few and short (at most 3 days) to even attest that here i am, really taking care of a man.
for indeed, a wife takes care of the husband in the private and informal sphere established by society. we occupy the private and informal, away from the public work sphere that the husband occupies. the husband goes off to work, in charge of bringing home the bacon so to speak. while the wife ensures that the home is taken care of, with hot meals to come home to, clothes washed and pressed, house cleaned, bills paid in full and in time and the food stock always full. and the children bathed, well-fed, and at home. one joke we're found off at the ARC is that among us female postgrads, we should get a wife to make our lives easier. that the luckiest is luky, the indonesian, who has a wife to come to. he need not about cooking, the laundry, budgeting, and even minding kid stuff.
i'm just talking here of the economic sense and not yet the values, and morality that goes with wifehood. i have yet to blog on this as this still have to be experienced. but i'm getting a taste of the other side, a whole new world ventured primarily out of love. so yeah, now i blog as the hubby is still sleeping soundly like a baby in the other room. and i have to go. got to make breakfast.