The Real Housewife- Hint 1

When I was younger my biggest dream was to become a teacher, then a housewife. I couldn’t wait to have babies and bake and have my house all beautiful and lovely with the whole picket fence business. I clearly remember one of my  Year Eleven female teachers asking us what we’d like to be if we could be anything at all. My response was that I’d love to be a housewife, I’d love to cook and clean and be there when my children came home to take them to the park and play with them. Apparently this was not the correct answer. I was confused, all the other girls were getting the appropriate level of praise with claps and everything, but I had somehow “insulted all those women who fought so that you could become whatever you want, to show men that you are as good as them.” Geez! I thought all those women had done that so that we could have a choice.

So fast forward a few years and I was living the dream, teacher and mother. Wahoo! But the dream isn’t quite how I had pictured it and it’s really taken me a while to come to grips with the reality that is being a mum. I love being a mum, I love my kids etc. But being a mum is tough, and I’m nothing like the mother or housewife I thought I’d be. There were plenty of hints along the way before I realised I wasn’t the picture perfect mum/housewife I’d anticipated, but I persevered for a long while before I gave in and just started being the mum/housewife I actually am (and I still struggle with it).

The first hint came at each of my boys birthdays. Every year filled me with the same feelings of dread, worry and anxiety. It wasn’t anything to do with my baby getting older, nothing to do with presents or making their day perfect, it was the CAKE. Bloody birthday cakes. This was always a part of my dream, creating a brilliant Women’s Weekly cake that would stop all of our guests in their tracks and fill them with awe and wonder. And the first couple of cakes were pretty good, they looked like the picture in the book and everyone agreed the cakes were winners. But something was to happen that would change all that, fondant!

When my eldest son hit about 3, fondant cakes became a “thing”. They looked spectacular and there was a rumour going around that regular mum/housewives were capable of mastering these cakes. I was hooked. I signed myself up to a weekend course and decided that this was for me, I would nail each future cake and again my guests would leave our brilliantly themed birthday party in absolute awe of my brilliance, “how does she do it?”, they’d say.

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It all started out so innocently…

 

 

I bought every cake making item I could get my hands on. I sketched and planned, I tested recipes and sourced the best ingredients. I was obsessed, in a totally unnatural, unhealthy way. I’d start a few days before the party and I’d be up until midnight for several nights in a row. My kitchen was a mess and out of bounds to rest of my family and I wasn’t a very nice person to be around for the days leading up to the cake reveal birthday. On the day of the reveal party, I’d have to spend hours clearing up the mess from the week of caking, remove the stains from my benchtops from the hideous amounts of food colouring,  and I’d be a bit of a cow if I’m honest. Then the party would arrive and I’d find myself delivering this cake full of anger and worry to my poor little child who probably would have been happy with a mudcake from Woollies with a ‘3’ stuck on top. I don’t even know if there was any wonder or awe happening from the guests, I was shattered and emotionally drained and not capable of human contact. It took me a week to recover from each cake and I wondered if all the other mum/wives felt this way. Is it really this hard for everyone? Those Women’s Weekly mums had it so easy, they didn’t have to tackle fondant.

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FYI- licorice is NOT flat and makes terrible guitar strings

Eventually my poor, patient husband confronted me. My husband never confronts me. “Please will you stop making the kids cakes? I hate it. They hate it. Please can you stop?”. Anyone who knows Brett knows that he’s pretty laid back and doesn’t really get worked up about much, but he was really serious. I promised never to make another week long cake ever again.

 

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This was nearly a divorce cake

 

So that was my first mum/housewife dream shattered. But it’s actually okay, cause there’s places that you can go and they will make you a cake and all you have to do is pay for it and pick it up. Seriously. And then at the party you can talk to people, you can laugh and interact and be present. The first time I did this ordering cake thing, Will came up to me at his party and said, “thanks for my cake mum, I love it!” And it’s the first time I’d ever heard  that,  but I can’t be sure if it was the first time he’d said it.

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12 thoughts on “The Real Housewife- Hint 1

  1. Moushmi Radhanpara says:

    I am not married yet so I do not know about the wife thing but one thing I can surely say is we picture our future to be too beautiful and when it is not so we end up being heart broken. i know we cannot help it.
    But I loved what you wrote and was moved by it. I could almost relate these bits and parts with my mum.
    (I am too new to all of this and would like you to check out my blog, any comments or criticism would be appreciated. Thank you.)

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  2. Natalie says:

    Who knew cake-making could turn into such a chore? Seems like it’s a good thing that you’ve broken away from the week-long cake madness — sounds like everyone is happier now and that’s what matters 🙂

    As for the feminism remarks — it WAS done so you could have a choice. Props to you for not letting your classmates and teacher talk you out of pursuing what makes you happy.

    Thanks for sharing!

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  3. TheOriginalPhoenix says:

    You probably already know this but it’s important to forgive yourself for making mistakes as well. Once you accept who you are, you find a lot of peace within yourself. Nice post by the way!

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  4. askriverbed says:

    My goodness – how many of us can relate! It wasn’t cakes for me – it was entertaining. I hated everyone until the end of the party, when I was ready to sit down and enjoy them (at which point they got up to leave). Kids are nearly grown and gone now, and I want to go back and redeem those moments when I was too busy ‘doing’ just to love on them. So squeeze ’em tight (and let the other stuff go). It really does go by fast. Thanks for this delicious slice of life – warm and funny!

    ps – the balanced life if a myth, propagated by the companies that sell cake decorating tools and party favors 😀 Pick up a copy of For the Love by HGTV’s Jen Hatmaker.

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  5. Mary says:

    I love this post! I think we all foolishly think about how our future life will be and when it don’t pan out, we do become disappointed. My vision when I was pregnant with my first child was that I would be a “fun Mom”…the mom who did all the fun arts and crafts with her kids…the neighborhood Mom…the mom who would welcome all the neighborhood kids into her home and feed them and let my kids play with them…etc…None of this has happened. I am so far off of what I imagined myself to be as a Mom.

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