The Princess And The Warrior Housewife

This is kind of a Dr. Jekel and Mr. Hyde story except that it is all about my daily inner struggle. Some mornings I wake up feeling as though I could conquer the world or at least mine. Armed with my cleaning products, spanking spoon and my secret weapon, Starbucks, I start in the kitchen and I don’t stop until it sparkles. I have the whole house clean, dinner ready, and the boys whipped into shape by the time my bread winner walks through the door. I greet him in my pajamas with yesterday’s beauty supplies turned war paint under my eyes. I may not woo him with my appearance, but I feel like I have truly earned my position and title as Warrior Housewife on these days. 

There are many other mornings, usually following several seemingly unappreciated Warrior Housewife days, when I wake up needing a me day. I feel like I deserve to find my inner princess. On these mornings, I role over and go back to bed. I hear all the commotion just outside of my bedroom. I realize that there are messes in progress, but I pretend that they are not my problem. Dreams of fairy godmothers waiving their magic wand to return order to my kingdom bring a sense of comfort as I lay in bed. As the Princess I get to spend time enjoying my shower, painting my toenails and sending my little jesters away to play in the outer corridors while I get myself ready to remind my Prince charming why he married me. I will admit, it takes a big imagination to pull a day like this off and denial is a huge part of that. When my prince walks through the door, never quite knowing which one of us will be waiting to greet him, he will find that the servants nor the Warrior Housewife showed up for work on this day. But he will find me sparkling and beautiful just like on our wedding day minus the big white dress. There is no dinner waiting for him, just me and my less stressed face, waiting for him to sweep me off my feet and off to Pei Wei for our royal dinner. 

There may come a day when I am able to bring balance to these two parts of my personality. One day Princess Me may be able to channel Warrior Housewife just in time for Bread Winner, er, Prince Charming to find his princess and the house in order. But that would require a real fairy godmother.