I know that most of you are too young to remember the old TV show, Leave It To Beaver. It was in black-and-white, for goodness’ sake; you probably don’t even remember black-and-white TVs, I’ll bet.
But those of you who do remember know how perfect Beaver’s mom was. Mrs. Cleaver was always perfectly turned out in her pretty dresses and pearls. She never yelled at the Beav for doing stupid things, and she was always cooking in her spotless kitchen when Wally and Beaver got home from school.
June Cleaver was one of those TV moms that we wanted to have when we were children, and that we hoped to be when we became mothers. Unless, of course, we became Senators or doctors, but at least then we would have a good excuse for not having an uncluttered house that smells of cookies all the time.
I am so not perfect. I have pearls, but would never dream of wearing them at home. My kitchen is not spotless, but it’s respectable. The rest of my house isn’t perfect either, but it’s definitely a lot cleaner now that I’ve closed the shop and am at home all day.
So I’ve been trying my hand at being June Cleaver. I’ve been vacuuming three days a week, my laundry is done, bed linens are clean, and I have apple cinnamon muffins on the counter at all times. If a friend were to drop by unexpectedly, I wouldn’t die of embarrassment. We could sit down at my clean kitchen table, and have a cup of tea and a muffin.
Are you ready to barf yet?
Seriously, I have been trying to be a better housewife; after all, the only direction I could go is “up” with that one. Owning a shop means that your house is never clean unless you’re expecting company, dinner is often fast food, and you never have a clean shirt. Hubby used to tell people that if our home was as clean as the shop, he’d be a happy man.
Closing your shop and working at home means that you’d better shape up fast, or else Hubby might make you get a real job.