motherhood, politics, faith & whatnot

Not really, but still it was kind of interesting. Was watching Wife*Swap tonight. One family calls themselves pirates and the other family is obsessively organized. I mean, bins and labels everywhere, in the pantry, in the underwear drawer, in the medicine cabinet. At my house, I’m not allowed to bring in any more bins, but I pointed out to my husband that if I could only have more bins, we could indeed be organized. Just look at the Fine’s. Heh. This was said after he pointed out that our house is more like the pirate’s house and I smacked him and told him not to make fun of my disability (ADD). (kidding )

Anyway, Tori Baur is the pirate wife on the show and wrote the following in a
blurbabout what it was like to be on Wife Swap:

“As for myself, four years ago I went back to Oregon State University to get my degree in literature. A risky adventure for a middle-aged housewife, but honestly I was fed up with society ascribing my worth as a woman because I stayed home with the kids and cleaned a house. Never mind that I cried and rearranged the furniture every time I watched reruns of Oprah. And ate cartons of Death by Chocolate ice cream in a fit of depression because I could never–never–get my whites as bright as the commercials said they should be. Some women are perfectly happy being tablecloth wives and do a great job taking care of their houses and spouses. I know women who enjoy it and they make it look so easy, and more power to them if that’s what makes them happy. But for women like me, that kind of life is soul-crushing, so I sacrificed a clean and orderly house and well manicured children in exchange for Shakespeare and Coleridge with a little Blackbeard on the side. Our house is messy. Big deal. Mom is happy. Good deal. Besides, writing a twenty-page paper on, “The Modern Literary Influences of Spenser’s Fairie Queen and other Elizabethan Contemporaries” is a hell of a lot easier for me than getting that two-year old spaghetti sauce stain off the kitchen wall.”

I thought the comment about watching re-runs of Oprah and crying while rearranging furniture was really funny, creepily familiar, but funny.