Lady Lydia is fanatically devoted to homemaking, according to her own admissions.
But it looks like she gets to goof off at home too without doing any actual work. She calls her the CIO – Chief Information Officer of her company.
Her division of labour ensures that she doesn’t have to do any work. Wow! Not only does she get to stay at home and while away her time blogging and making useless, easily damageable paper craft items she also doesn’t have to do any housework!
Despite her husband not making much money, she gets to live like the bourgeois rich!
- Just because I’m at home, doesn’t mean I do all the housework (actually a good point, but still). I’m too delicate for that! The Bible speaks specifically of a woman as the guide, or guard of the home. Many people misunderstand this to mean that the women have to do all the work at home, but this is not true. If it were so, she would be worn out before she even got started in the care of the home.
- I don’t do work. No doing the dishes, cooking, attending calls or taking out the trash! I only delegate work and supervise the laggards. I am the knowledge centre for missing keys, wallets and dog collars! In being the guide of the home, she is like the Chief Information Officer. She may not put everything away, but she knows where it should go, and will assign the task to someone in the family. She may not wash the dishes all the time, but she knows how it is to be done, and will guide others into helping her. She may not take out the trash, but she will inform others of the need of doing it. She may not answer the phone all the time, but her family knows she wants a record kept of them. She may not do all the cooking, but she has a general plan for the meals. As CIO she always knows where people’s shoes, phones, wallets and keys are, even if she does not take care of them or put them away, herself.
- But very rarely I have to do my work myself, because I hate other people messing with my stuff . Members of the family should never get the idea that just because the woman is at home she should do all the work. That is not what she is there for. The work has to be done, it is true, and there are some things that only she can do. For example, I have a few rooms that I cannot employ anyone else to do because the items require my personal evaluation before putting them away or discarding them.
- I‘m no June Cleaver or Stepford Wife to wait on you or pick up your trash. I have better things to do like take care of helpless babies and helpless husbands. The homemaker’s job is to guide the home and see that the things are accomplished so that the members of the family can function. It is not her job to pick up after everyone or wait hand and foot on everyone. Generally her energies should be reserved for those who are more helpless, such as babies and toddlers and those who are not well or physically able. The family is not there to be catered to constantly by the homemaker, but rather to aid her in fulfilling her noble purpose of guiding the home.
- No socks on the bed, keys on the mantelpiece or shoes on the rug; unless you are tottering on your grave. In helping her fulfill her role in guiding the home, it is important that the other members of the family, including husbands and sons, not create more burdens upon her. At work, they would would not be allowed to leave piles of personal possessions around in other people’s work space, and so at home, their consciences should be stricken if they create more work for the keeper of the home. If they are not bed-ridden or severely handicapped, they can do something to aid her in her goal of guiding the home.
- And I don’t let anyone be a pig at my home. Sometimes husbands and grown children get the idea that because they are out working somewhere else, bringing in a paycheck, that it constitutes a right to slack off and be pigs at home. In claiming to be completely relaxed, they drip food all over the house, leave their plates and cups wherever they last sat, and strew the newspaper all over the floor. They leave these messes just waiting for the homemaker to “do her job” and pick them all up. This is a completely ignorant misunderstanding of the work “guide” and “Keeper” of the home.
- How I house-trained my husband. I married a man who for some reason liked to have a pen in every room, and a pen on every shelf, every surface, every table, every where. Add to this the papers that usually went with them, the wooden toothpicks, the tie tacks, his favorite mints in cellophane, the mail, and a dozen other little “things,” and my housekeeping was driving me crazy. I showed him the list of things I had to do: the ironing, the washing, shampooing the carpet, sorting the laundry, making beds, etc.
- By having my daughter, her jobless husband and her four able children to do the housework, I can face the onslaught of my son Stevie Bumphries visits. Students particularly are fond of coming into the home, slamming the door, dropping bags, going to the kitchen, eating, leaving a mess, dropping their clothes in a corner in their room, or even on the bed, and for weeks and weeks they live like this, while their mothers become more stretched out with their time and their nerves. The homemaker is the keeper and the guide of the home, and that does not mean she is just there to work.
- Train family members to do the housework, so that you can slack off and still call yourself a homemaker. It is also a good idea to prepare the family to get along on their own, so that the woman, in a sense, works herself out of a job, or at least part of it. That way, when she is older, she is not still doing the same things, especially those things that require more hard labor. She ought to, as she gets older, have trained the family well enough that she can put up her feet and read something, or do some needlework, while other members prepare dinner or do the washing up afterwards.
- The parable of the over-burdened housewife . When I was a teenager we were invited after church to visit a preacher’s family. They had four daughters, all teenaged. When we got there we were rather taken aback at their attitude. Their mother asked them to help, and to wash some dishes that had been left, but they would not do it. She ended up serving us all by herself. Their kitchen was always piled high with dirty dishes and yet they had four able bodied girls. I would have understood it more if the family had busy boys who were working or were not too adept at dish washing, or house keeping, but with four able-bodied girls, I felt ashamed for the mother and for them. They were not cooperating with their mother in preparing the meal and not helping at all with the washing up. I never understood it and was at the time quite apalled. I was only 16 at the time and would never have talked back to my mother the way they did theirs. The mother of this girl eventually got sick and died.