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Show Life of a Housewife is Fraught with Dangerand Excitement you on the head and scatter. It is quite a test of speed and dexterity to gather up all those houses and hotels before the toddle can brag a few for a quick taste. It also takes courage to turn on the oven with company present . . . will it smoke from the spilled Lasagne of last Wednesday or can you bake the potatoes without incident? There is also the intrigue of whether the person who dropped the toothpaste lid down the bathroom drain confess or will it remain another unsolved un-solved mystery (after the sink clogs up) like who ate the last twinkie and who dropped the shampoo in the toilet. The suspense never ends. Will the hot water last through four baths, one washing, and one gigantic batch of dishes or will the kids have to get along on the bath they had this morning and the shower they had at school? Will the phone ring just as the baby gets to sleep? Will the hamburger thaw in time for you to make the meatloaf you planned for supper? The way is fraught with danger, excitement, and occasionally a feeling of helplessness, but it is never boring and one day is never just like the one before. Dishes, unmade beds, and spilled milk do keep cropping crop-ping up, but in my book it sure beats driving a truck. By MaryGae Evans How very boring it must be to go to work every day and do the same thing over and over. I mean, really, I'll take the excitement, challenge, and adventure of being a housewife. First, there are all those big decisions, like whether to do the dishes and make the beds or watch Donahue. The challenge mothers face is enormous. I'd like to see any man clean a whole house with one hand, carrying a 25 pound baby in the other arm with a whining 2-year-old wrapped around one leg. And the suspense of waiting to see how long the floor you just mopped and shined will stay that way - will the peanut butter and honey sandwich land upside down on it first, or will it be the bowl of soggy, sticky oatmeal, thrown with wild abandon from a high chair. More suspense . . . will the cake (baked for the PTA bakesale) make it through the 25 minute cooking time or will the kids come in, slam the door, and jerk open the oven to see what's inside. Another thriller is waiting to see if your picky husband will sample your new recipe. If you've spent hours slaving over the stove to make something unique and different, will he really appreciate it or will he turn up his nose and say, "What's that stuff? Looks like it's been ate once." One of the highlights in a housewife's day is in the laundry room - the testing of a new laundry detergent, guaranteed to clean so well you'll have to wear dark glasses to get out the wash. Later on there will be the escitement of testing the new deodorant (also on sale). The day at home has its thrills too. It takes a brave person to stand directly in front of the hall closet and open it - tennis racquets have been known to cause serious injury falling from -such heights. Besides,' Monopoly games are a beast to clean up when they smack |
