I had to go for a Doctor's appointment the other day and they were updating my files. The receptionist said. "Let me see here.. it says you're insurance is ..."
"and you live..."
"And you're a homemaker..."
Squealing tires, crickets chirping then total silence....
She got a little quiet ."We have you listed as a homemaker?"
"Um, I stay at home with the kids, but work part time..."
Oh so it's right?"
Did I suddenly go in the Wayback Machine with Simon and Mr. Peabody at some point to the 1950's? Did I mistakenly show up in my pearls and high heels? Homemaker? HOMEMAKER?!
And have you seen the crime I have committed called a casserole? Did you not see the bath tub ring, the dog hair floating across the floor like tumbleweeds, and all 3 kids crying at once and me wishing I had a bottle of vodka and a dark closet somewhere?
Is there not a better term out there in 2009? Have we not progressed at all? And me, on top of it, a homemaker? That's like calling the kid who cuts our lawn "The landscaper."
While I was busy having a crazy fit that could only be heard somewhere inside my head, she cleared her throat.
"So that's right?"
Silence, then, acceptance.