tag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:/blogs/hussy-housewife?p=1Hussy Housewife2023-01-20T15:18:50-07:00Penelope Badgerfalsetag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71409102023-01-20T15:18:50-07:002023-10-16T08:06:41-07:00Why I Started This Blog<p>At the insistence of our modern feminist society, I spent the last several decades trying to find a career that would suit me. I got a degree and countless certifications. I started various projects, launched business ideas, and creative endeavors, but none of them seemed to stick. I had thought there was surely something wrong with me, and I was miserable for it. </p>
<p>The truth is that there wasn’t anything wrong with me or my desire to be a Hussy Housewife. The confusion came because we live in a highly masculine paradigm that has forgotten the value and tremendous gifts of the feminine. We have also forgotten that life is a team sport. Marriages are meant to be greater than the sum of their parts. To do that, it takes a unified vision where each attends to the roles necessary to be successful at life. It doesn’t matter who does what, so long as it gets done. Food has to be put on the table. The rent has to be paid. The children need to be educated and raised. The laundry needs to get done...etc. </p>
<p>Further more, we are living in a time where there are so many options available to us, that it makes zero sense to not live a happy and fulfilled life. The secret to achieving that is honoring the truth of your being, not doing what you’re told by a corrupt and insane society. Traditionally, caretaking and homemaking were the roles of the more nurturing person in the household, usually women. Once it was proven that women could work for the greedy corporate machine as well, the narrative of what we “should” be changed. </p>
<p>I think it’s so sad that women have been bamboozled into working their asses off 40+ hours a week and then still have to do all the things they were doing before. If having a career is the truth of your being, then I’m not talking about you. Too many women however, have been lied to about what it means to be a woman, a wife and a mother. They have been told they can have it all. You can have it all, but not the way they tell you. That is unless you don’t give a fuck about your health. Women are simply not built to hustle and grind like men. The rising cardiovascular and stress related health issues in the female population are proof of that. </p>
<p>It is true that the modern societal structure does not support the luxury of having a feminine system anymore. It needs you to work and it needs you to work hard, for some, just to survive. For the rest who can afford it, the shame of wanting a more traditional life can be crippling. It is often assumed that a woman who is a homemaker has less value than those that are career driven. It is looked down upon by the majority. If you don’t believe me, just take a walk through twitter with the hashtag #homemaker or #housewife. Or swing on by Quora.com and ask a question like “Is it okay to be a housewife?” </p>
<p>Now with the emergence of the Trad Wife movement, it’s getting even weirder out here for those of us that are more domestically inclined to be vocal and proud of who we are. I am not a career woman at all, but I don’t fit that submissive alt right extreme either. Not in the slightest. In fact, my arrival at such a traditional lifestyle has come about from being so untraditional that I landed right back at the beginning again. Life however, is actually a spiral. I am not in the same place as I started, but rather in a new and more aligned vantage point of what it means to be a feminine woman in the world today. </p>
<p>My goal with this blog is threefold. One, to have a space for me to share my daily life in a candid and open way for my own personal expression. Two, to bring the sexy back to this housewife life, and Three, to hopefully inspire and teach you something new along the way. </p>
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<p><strong>Click <a contents="HERE" data-link-label="Domestic Sluttery Club" data-link-type="page" href="/domestic-sluttery-club" target="_blank">HERE</a> to join us.</strong></p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71409052023-01-20T15:13:51-07:002023-01-20T15:13:51-07:00Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself <p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/e01b695fbd458e55a28f451ab47ce90a230b2d05/original/p4.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<p>My channel is an intergalactic space jaguar from Lyra, a starseed if you will. She is the one who brings through the transformational medicine in my work. But my human, my woman? She is a Hussy Housewife. It’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to be. </p>
<p>A lot of people think that being a homemaker isn’t sexy, but it’s the biggest turn on for me. Not because it’s a kink, but because it’s the realest expression of who I am at my core. The first thing that I wanted to be when I was little, was a wife and mother. Of course I learned very quickly that wasn’t an acceptable answer to the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. The stigma and shame born of my feminist upbringing is still something I continue to unravel. </p>
<p>I discovered writing in the fourth grade, and I can honestly say that it saved my life. I have written almost everyday since then. I found myself captivated by the subject of sexuality even before then. I read Master’s and Johnson by the time I was nine or ten, studied tantric sex in my late teens/early twenties, and after college I worked as a sex educator. Writing erotica is a deeply satisfying amalgamation of my two favorite obsessions; writing and the sensuous. </p>
<p>Spiritually, I come from a profoundly feminine path. The feminine being the messy, erotic power of birth, death, mothering, chaos…etc. I am not a feminist in the sense that, I don’t believe women need to be more like men to have power. I believe that the feminine has power innately. That the feminine can rise to its proper place and restore balance to the world. That feminine desire leads and the masculine follows. This blog is an exploration of that. My surrender into it, and my journey through it.</p>
<p>Welcome. </p>
<p>xoxo</p>
<p>Penelope</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71370742023-01-12T11:44:18-07:002023-01-12T11:44:19-07:00Housewife Daily Friday 4/1/22<h4>Getting Back in the Flow </h4>
<p>So the housewife daily isn’t so daily after all. Sometimes I fall into these strange time warps and I’m just crawling out of it. Everyone is finally healthy again, thank God. The last few weeks I have been decluttering and deep cleaning. That took nearly an entire week of 8 hour days to get the living room and kids room done. </p>
<p>It’s not that I haven’t been doing any hussy housewifing, I just haven’t felt like writing much. As it happens, I write while I walk on the treadmill, so I also haven’t done that in a few weeks. I did manage to get in a yoga class earlier this week. What I found at that class was that yoga is bullshit. A funny thing for a certified yoga instructor and future studio owner to say I know, but let me explain. </p>
<h4>Yoga is Bullsh*t </h4>
<p>What I realized in class is that yoga is just slow exercise. Now, there is definitely a spiritual and transformational aspect to yoga, but not the way most Americans are teaching it. For the most part, the yoga classes you go to are just asana practice. Asana is only one of the eight limbs of the yogic path. It is essentially the physical exercise that allows the body to be fit and supple enough for the meditation practice that is the fundamental essence of yoga. </p>
<p>I walked away from that class pretty upset and disillusioned. Like if I wanted to work out, I can just do that at home. Why even bother going to a class? It did at least spark a philosophical debate in my mind as to how it is that I want to teach yoga when my studio is up and running. The truth is, I do teach transformational yoga. But the moves associated with yoga practice isn’t what does it. </p>
<p>Yoga means union. Union with breath and union with the divine principle in all things. It also means union with the self. So truthfully, the yoga moves don’t matter at all. You can literally do anything, and if you do it mindfully and connect your breath to it, it’s considered yoga. </p>
<h4>Expanding My Recipe Repertoire </h4>
<p>That said, my practice lately has been finding new recipes to try. I can’t eat nightshades and have sorely missed marinara based meals. I scoured the internet and came across a recipe for Classic Nomato Sauce by Heal Me Delicious. Let me tell you that it is life changing. If you follow me on Instagram @hussyhousewife, I’ve been making reels of all of my food experiments. </p>
<p>The first night I made spaghetti and meat sauce. Day 2 with the sauce I made gluten free deep dish pizza, and tonight I made a quick lasagna with the rest of it. It feels so damn good to have those comfort foods back in my life without all the discomfort of eating foods my body doesn’t like. For my next trick I’m going to make a gluten free sourdough starter, as the pizza crust recipe I used wasn’t my fav. </p>
<h4>Creative Projects </h4>
<p>As for my current mom crafts, I’m taking up some visual art. I’ve always wanted to be a painter, but alas, I am no good at it. It’s really confronting and intimidating to start as a complete beginner again, but I found that I needed a creative outlet that didn’t need words. I just sometimes don’t have them, as you may have noticed by the fact that I haven’t written a word in weeks. </p>
<p>I’m starting off with a 30 day sketchbook challenge. I have a couple of other classes that I’m excited to dive into. I found them on domestika.org and I absolutely love what I’ve gotten into so far. I highly recommend checking out their classes if you’re looking for something new to try. Not an ad, I just really love them. </p>
<h4>New Schedules </h4>
<p>I’ve also come to realize that having a full time nanny was cramping my hussy housewife vibes. So I’ve moved her schedule to leave me more time to get in my flow at the beginning of the week. Then she will come in and take over once I’ve had my fill, and am craving some time to myself. This also leaves more family time and opportunities to go out and explore the nature of our beautiful state. This will be a welcome respite from the triple digit heat that is coming sooner than I’d like. </p>
<p>That’s all for now. I can’t say if the housewife daily will remain the housewife daily. I certainly could use a daily treadmill walk and writing time for sure. But who knows. We just go with the flow around here. Perhaps it will be more of a housewife weekly, or perhaps simply the diary of a hussy housewife so I can come and go as I please. We shall see. Whatever the case, talk to you soon. </p>
<p>Happy Hussy Housewifin’!</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71370732023-01-12T11:43:09-07:002023-01-12T11:43:09-07:00Housewife Daily Wednesday 3/17/22<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/e24c4650abb1b48c8ccbc2c1ed452648d0de30fe/original/fahad-waseem-adjyrnhfvpi-unsplash.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>Catching Up </h4>
<p>Playing catch up this week from the boy being sick and an intensive three day workshop I did this past weekend. Today is the first day that I’ve started to feel somewhat normal. I have to remember that when I’m feeling like I don’t have the energy to do shit, it’s because I’m tired. </p>
<p>Rest is an underrated and essential component to our everyday lives. We get so caught up in getting things done that it’s easy to forget that rest isn’t a reward but a necessity. It’s 100% okay to do the bare minimum and just get by for a while. Like it’s super important. Especially if you are taking care of other people, and even more importantly, if you also have a job. </p>
<p>The crucial household chores thankfully have been covered by the nanny. I’ve managed to get some loads of laundry washed, though not put away. Master bath and bedding got done, though not the shower. Oh well. That’s on the agenda for later today. </p>
<h4>Returns </h4>
<p>Yesterday I ran errands. Had to return some mis-purchased lightbulbs and exchange them for some new hampers. Had to return some planters to another store, since they were too small. Such a shame. Finally, had to go across town to the mall to hit Victoria’s Secret. </p>
<p>Now first of all, I’ve never been a huge fan of VS, but needing a valentine’s day gift for the husband in a pinch, it was the easiest thing to do. As it happens, only one of the teddies I ordered fit, so I had to return the other. When I ordered them I assumed I would be able to do returns online through the mail, alas, returns are done in person only. </p>
<p>I’m not a big shopper. In fact, I’d really rather not shop at all if I could help it. I tend to buy clothing only as a necessity. Though, I have been wanting lately to explore the world of lingerie and find some sexy gear to hussy housewife in. First of all, I don’t think I’ve been to a mall since even before the pandemic started. Secondly, shopping at Victoria’s Secret is really, really strange. </p>
<h4>Panty Hunting </h4>
<p>I found the whole experience rather odd. There were scattered groups of besties rummaging through drawers of unmentionables. A pretty young salesclerk frantically organizing bras in neat little rows, and a visibly nervous old man shopping for his wife, which I adored. All the while, I’m walking around with my lacy selections right out in the open feeling somewhat exposed, and at the same time livid that people make such a big deal out of women’s sexuality. </p>
<p>Like if it’s just all so passe´ and normal that I can be slinging a crotchless teddy and skimpy negligee while 10 families walk by right outside, why is it all such a problem. It’s mind numbing. The cognitive dissonance mixed with the strange smells and fluorescent lighting made me feel like I was having an out of body experience. I floated around the store in a daze, perusing and trying to make sense of it all. </p>
<p>Eventually I found a cute little nighty to replace the teddy gone wrong, and a handful of panties. Never been a big panty wearer to be honest. My vag just doesn’t like more than one layer of cloth covering it. I wear them mostly like tiny pants in the house, but I was down to maybe 1 or 2 pairs so I splurged. Why are they called pairs anyway? It’s just one panty. But I digress. </p>
<h4>Easter Inspiration </h4>
<p>Husband had asked me to hit to fudge shop while I was there so I went upstairs and passed the Build-a-Bear workshop. My kids are currently obsessed with Animal Crossing and Pokemon, and they have some super cute plushies for both. I decided that instead of the rigamarole of easter baskets this year, we will have a family dinner and they will get to make their own stuffed friends. It seems expensive, but when I think about all the time I spend shopping for baskets, filling, candy, eggs, and gifts that aren’t garbage, it’s well worth it. </p>
<p>I had intended to go straight to the grocery store after that, but realized I was overstimulated and needed some down time. Went home for a snack, and smoke and a chill before I went and did the big grocery run for the week. The nanny, husband and I had done extra due diligence with the list this time, but wouldn’t you know it, I forgot the damn grapes, milk, and seasonings. So off to the grocery store I go, again. </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span class="font_small">PHOTO BY FAHAD WASEEM</span></p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368572023-01-11T22:25:26-07:002023-01-11T22:25:26-07:00Fallen Superhero<h4>Answering the Call </h4>
<p>I used to want to save the world. There are so many things wrong with the way humans move in their lives, and I thought if I became a spiritual teacher, I could help. For the last decade I’ve offered my wisdom and insight to others in an instructional capacity. </p>
<p>I thought for sure I had found the path to my ultimate fulfillment by helping others heal. Instead, I ended up frustrated and disillusioned. What I learned is that most people don’t want to do the work necessary to change. They are much more comfortable in their mess, then they are traversing the void of the unknown to reach liberation. </p>
<h4>A False Burden </h4>
<p>I took responsibility for their failures. Took it as a sign that I was somehow lacking as their teacher. I doubled down. I learned more. I focused on my own healing work. I went all in with practicing the theory I had been teaching. A funny thing happened. The more work I did on myself, the more I realized how much ego there is in wanting to save others. </p>
<p>The truth is that I have no idea what anyone else needs. I realized the only way I could actually help anyone, was to be my true self. To be in my full expression and allow others to receive from that what they will. But I didn’t know who I really was. I had always done what I thought others needed of me. </p>
<h4>Walking Away </h4>
<p>I had chosen the path of teacher because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Even though it never nourished or fulfilled me the way I had hoped it would, I kept trying to force it. One day, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I had held on until it was too heavy to hold. It fell out of my hands and shattered. </p>
<p>I left that path behind, and with it, the desperate need to prove I was a good person by trying to save the world. I still have an inherent desire to be of service, we all do. But now I know that the truest service we can provide to the world, is being the most authentic version of ourselves as possible. No matter what that looks like. No matter if we even like it or not. </p>
<h4>Perfectly Made </h4>
<p>God doesn’t make mistakes. To think that we need to be anything else but who we were designed to be by the divine, is arrogance in the highest degree. I believe that we were each created uniquely and very much on purpose. That the purpose in life we so adamantly seek, is to simply live the truth of our being to the fullest extent. </p>
<p>It isn’t easy to find that truth. It’s buried underneath piles of belief systems handed down to us by our parents, religions and society. My frustration with those that would not heed my advice, turned into one of my greatest gifts. To see the turmoil and consequences of their choice to deny the truth, only led me to refuse to follow in their footsteps. </p>
<h4>The Descent </h4>
<p>I started the very uncomfortable work of stripping away everything I thought I needed to be, to uncover who I really am. I’ve had to face and break open the crystallized ideas my ego has covered me with. All the things it convinced me I needed, to be more valuable or significant. I am now being led to give into what I’ve avoided being that actually is true about me. The latter has been the hardest. Gut wrenching at time. </p>
<p>The path to liberation is painful. The sensation of loss, staggering. It’s called ‘ego death’, and though the ego isn’t really dying, the attachments to false identities are. And there isn’t just one death. There are many. All the versions of yourself that were distorted to keep you safe have to die and be born again. You have to surrender the safety they have provided in order to let them go. It’s scary as shit sometimes. </p>
<h4>Solid Ground </h4>
<p>I now have a tremendous amount of compassion for those that were too afraid to fully step into this work. I’m also endlessly grateful for their example of what can happen if you refuse to follow the pull of the truth. I’m not nearly done with my process, but I’ve taken the leap of faith across the void enough times now to know, there is always solid ground on the other side. </p>
<p>Photo by Damla Özkan</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368562023-01-11T22:23:17-07:002023-01-11T22:23:32-07:00Weekend Update Monday 3/7/22<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/dc94c3ce94c2dc71d0101f91f9663f1d853a228a/original/engin-akyurt-ycyvv8-kqnm-unsplash.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>Tired AF </h4>
<p>It’s Monday and I’m utterly exhausted. No one tells you how much energy it takes to hold space for your children when they’re sick. Not only that, but how much energy it takes to manage the worry, and the guilt. </p>
<p>Could I have done more? Is it my fault? Did I not treat his illness aggressively enough in the beginning? Could this all have been avoided? When he got a cold over two weeks ago, I hadn’t budgeted the energy to still be at it now. It was just a cold. Kids get colds. His sister was better in a few days. Why isn’t he? </p>
<h4>The Ugly Truth </h4>
<p>Part of me feels resentful. I haven’t slept well having to closely monitor him to make sure it doesn’t get worse. Every sound, every peep wakes me. My nervous system is on high alert. Constantly checking in, intently listening. We’re doing breathing treatments, fever checks, and several rounds of supplements and cough medicine all day long. My husband has been working overtime and the nanny hasn’t been wanting to come. So I’ve been at it alone. Feeling the toll it has taken on me today. </p>
<p>Another part feels helpless. The realization that at the end of the day, we can’t protect them from everything. Our children are their own sovereign beings with their own paths they must walk in this life. It’s a hard pill to swallow. I think it’s this knowing that I’ve been resisting. It’s hard to feel it all. It’s so much easier to take for granted when things are well and good, and forget these truths. I’ve been desperately wanting to skip to that part. </p>
<h4>Fallen Behind </h4>
<p>I’ve kept up with the kitchen duties, but other than that I’ve done the bare minimum all weekend. There will definitely be some catching up this week. Laundry to do for sure. Grocery shopping. But now that he’s getting better and the nanny will be here the next couple of days, I can take some time to take care of me. The rest of it can wait. </p>
<p>All I wanted this weekend was a healthy child, a good meal, and some time to myself to write. I’ve been angry that I couldn’t have those things. Doing my best not to fall into a shame hole of berating myself for the seeming selfishness of it. That would only make it all worse. It’s not selfish to want to take care of ourselves. I have to constantly remind myself of that. </p>
<h4>There’s No Hood Like Motherhood </h4>
<p>Some may read this and think I’m complaining. I’m not. I’m just being honest about how it all really feels. I think we aren’t honest enough about the ugly sides of motherhood. Just because I love my children, doesn’t mean being a mom doesn’t suck sometimes. Doesn’t mean that my own neglected inner children don’t feel some type of way, for the care I’m giving my kids that I never received. It hurts. In so many ways sometimes. </p>
<h4>A Revelation </h4>
<p>Ultimately I do think times like these are the real miracle. To be confronted with our hidden grief and pain gives those parts an opportunity to be seen and held and alchemized. These challenging moments will all pass. We will return once again to blissful ignorance and forget what it is like to suffer. If we miss the beauty of these moments, we are missing something crucial to our evolution. </p>
<h4>Taking Care </h4>
<p>My weekend was not awesome and we aren’t in the clear quite yet. We are heading in the right direction at least. In the meantime I will count my blessings, because there really are so many. I am grateful for this life, even when I have cause to hate it. There’s a spoiled little brat inside of all of us, but all that she wants is to be loved and cared for too. I can really see that now. That’s what I’m going to do.</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368552023-01-11T22:20:54-07:002023-01-11T22:23:32-07:00How Erotic Writing Changed My Life<h4>Where it Started </h4>
<p>I used to be a low key love addict. Being in love was an obsession. I constantly needed someone to chase or crush on to be emotionally okay. I chalked it up to being a brooding artist with a naturally desperate need to have a muse. </p>
<p>Heartbreak and longing is excellent fodder for art, but it isn’t that great for the soul. A huge chasm had formed between the intimacy I said I wanted, and the intimacy I allowed myself to have. To be honest, I was fucking miserable. </p>
<h4>Believe it to See it </h4>
<p>It’s unfortunately true that this reality is a mirror. You see what you believe. Not the other way around. I believed that I could not have the connection I wanted without being in connection with another. This belief only left me feeling powerless and at the mercy of the fickle whims of unsuitable lovers. </p>
<p>I thought that I needed someone else to want me first. To love the parts I deemed unlovable, for me to feel okay loving myself too. As it happens, this life doesn’t work that way. You can’t get there from there. After many years of unrequited love and loneliness, I was sure I was broken. Maybe I wasn’t destined to have the love I really wanted. Maybe heartache and separation were all that this life would be for me. </p>
<h4>My Healing Journey </h4>
<p>Thankfully, I wasn’t okay with living the rest of my life like that. So, I dove head first into a rabbit hole of spiritual healing and personal growth. I was a maniac, I’m not gonna lie. I went to tons of classes and intensive workshops. Spent thousands on private sessions and shamanic ceremonies. Went to healing arts school and got certified in several modalities. Started a business working in the field. In my business, I taught classes and workshops and held shamanic ceremonies of my own. I wrote several books and courses, got my yoga teacher certification and regularly read tarot and astrology charts. When I tell you I was obsessed, I mean it. I did it all. </p>
<p>After almost two decades of that madness, I wasn’t actually any closer to the feeling I was looking for. Thank god for the infamous Taurean stubbornness. I used it to persist and ask different questions. I looked in different places. Eventually, I began to realize that the connection I was looking for, was connection with myself. The very notion that I needed to be “fixed”, kept me from having it. And if I couldn’t have intimacy with myself, then I damn sure wasn’t going to have it outside of me with another. </p>
<h4>Flipping the Script </h4>
<p>Focusing on everything that’s “wrong” with us isn’t an easy thing to unravel. It’s a program that’s deeply ingrained in the collective human psyche. In a primal sense, it’s safer to have an external orientation. To constantly be scanning for the approval of others, so we don’t get outcast from the tribe and left to die. This program has long expired in its usefulness for survival in the modern age, but it persists none the less. </p>
<p>Writing is by far one of the best tools that I have found to move my attention from the futile attempt to source love and connection from outside to within. Journaling and self-inquiry writing is helpful yes, but more specifically, I’m speaking of erotic writing. </p>
<h4>Permission to Feel </h4>
<p>We so often feel like we require another human being to touch and be touched by in order to feel the fullness of the bliss available to us in these bodies. The truth is, that bliss is available at all times. It’s the very fabric that we are made out of. </p>
<p>I have learned that delicious erotic flow is not at all dependent on permission given by someone else’s presence or desire for it. You don’t need permission from anyone but yourself. You need nothing at all except to breathe and tune in to it. It is always waiting, and never leaves you. Because, it is you. We think we want to feel the other, but we are really craving feeling ourselves. In doing so, we are also feeling and honoring that which made us; God, Goddess, Allah, Jehovah, Creator, Universe, Source, the All That Is…etc. </p>
<h4>The Erotic isn’t Only About Sex </h4>
<p>Erotic writing, contrary to popular belief, isn’t only about sex. It’s about feeling the fullness of life through the erotic power of our sensuality. In fact, the thing that makes sex worth having is the erotic and the sensual. Sensuality is that which relates to the five senses, the sensations that you feel in your body, life force energy coursing through you in its many forms. </p>
<p>What makes something erotic is not sexual content, but the presence and focused attention on the sensations that arise from the object observed or the act performed. It is the tension and arousal that ensues, the turn-on of plugging in to the source of true power. One can certainly have sex without eroticism. The opposite is also true. </p>
<p>Sure, eroticism can take the form of a scrumptious pair of abs, or a rock hard cock, or a dripping wet pussy. But, it can also be the air you are breathing right now. Feeling the sensation of the pull of life moving into your lungs, and filling your cells with vitality. It can be swirling steam, rising up from a fresh and fragrant cup of tea, warming your hands on a cold winter’s night. Or perhaps, the tangy sweetness of a juicy, ripe strawberry, spilling onto your tongue. It can be literally anything, anything at all. </p>
<h4>Eroticism Powers Life </h4>
<p>The basis of all of creation is desire itself. Life is erotic in nature as so are we. We are made of sex, born of sex, nourished and powered by erotic and sexual energy. Life was created to be a vast and constant sea of delicious and sensuous delights. The ups and downs of our experience, are simply the endless flow of the sumptuous tension and delectable release, inherent in the cycles of living. </p>
<p>Every nerve and cell in your body can experience pleasure. So it must be that we are meant to feel that pleasure, not deny it. Even negative manifestations can feel good, if reduced to the basic building blocks of sensation. Sensation at its core is simply life force in motion, filtered through your senses. You only have to let go of your value judgements, and slow down enough to allow the bliss of it to unfold. </p>
<h4>Life Was Made to Feel Good </h4>
<p>Life was made to feel good, period. Not just the parts that you approve of, but all of it. Eros is everywhere and in everything. The practice of erotic writing connects you to this unseen world within and without. In order to write about the essence of something, to describe it in detail, you must have experienced that thing intimately. </p>
<p>While most other written word is about what something is from a mental perspective, erotic writing is centered around sensations and emotions. Instead of telling us what something it, it draws us into the thing, so we can know it for ourselves. To effectively accomplish this feat, you must first feel it yourself. </p>
<h4>An Unexpected Gift </h4>
<p>When I decided to push my writing into a more erotic direction, I did it for the excitement and the thrill of it. What I got was something so much more profound. It immediately gave me a sense of an undeniable and deep presence. The kind of presence promised in all my spiritual seeking, that was never quite found. It was a presence that was much more tangible, rooted, and real. It was not at odds with my sex or sensuality, but thrived in it. </p>
<p>Needing to find words to describe beauty, sex, and pleasure, I had to start paying more attention to everything around me. Suddenly, the whole world came alive for me. Each drop of water falling out of the shower head, now sparkles and lands in warm splashes against thirsty skin. A bird’s wings ruffling in the wind, a reverent homage to liberation. The air rushing into my lungs a revelation, awakening tingling electricity up and down my spine. My pussy warm and wet, pulsing with desire to be penetrated by my lovers, and by all of life. Everything around me became magic again. </p>
<h4>An Invitation </h4>
<p>So dear reader, I invite you, if you are feeling so inspired, to delve into the wonder and awe of your own erotic writing practice. The quality of the writing is not so important as is the noticing and attention to what you want to write about. For it is in that, where the treasure lies. And if you do end up with a creation that is sexy and tantalizing and/or beautiful to behold, then all the sweeter. </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span class="font_small"><em>PHOTO BY MIA HARVEY</em></span></p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368532023-01-11T22:13:26-07:002023-01-11T22:13:26-07:00Why I Love Being a Housewife<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/572eefa8da7da5c7515381c869b1846f4f5187c3/original/pexels-photo-5217930.webp/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.webp" class="size_s justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>Woman’s Work </h4>
<p>The whole boss bitch movement has really fucked with the modern housewife’s mentality. Where making a house into a home used to be the pinnacle of a woman’s work, we have now been indoctrinated to believe that homemaking is somehow beneath us. </p>
<p>We have been made to feel that our household chores are only a necessary evil that we should carry out with disdain. That instead of reveling in the beauty of our duty, we should “level up” from the debased role of housemaid, and leave behind this shameful “woman’s work.” </p>
<h4>Queen of the Castle, Priestess of the Temple </h4>
<p>These modern notions completely disregard the truth that man and wife or king and queen, are one system. That the home is not only included in their empire, but it is essential to it. It also denies the very real need the feminine has to nourish and nurture her man and her family. Not to mention, these modern feminist ideologies displace men from their inherent and natural dominion over being providers. It isn’t that I believe women should not have power equal to a man’s, it’s that I believe a woman’s power is different. While a woman is and should be the Queen ruling side by side with her King, she is also the high priestess of the home temple. Without which, the warrior that the man naturally is, cannot be replenished or restored for his next battle out in the world. </p>
<h4>Battle Weary Soldiers </h4>
<p>The world can be likened to an endless war game. The burdens that men carry in it are much different than what a woman has to bear. This isn’t to diminish any one side of it, only to open the eyes of each to the importance of the other. Women, especially feminist women, like to forget men’s contributions to the world, just as much as some men forget the value of what women inherently hold. </p>
<p>Men build infrastructure and provide barriers of protection for their women and children. Within the walls of that safety, only then can a woman use her creative force to make more out of the provisions provided by her man. She takes ingredients and makes a meal. She takes his life force and DNA and makes new humans. She takes a house and makes it a home. She takes whatever raw materials he brings her and turns them into a thing of beauty, comfort, and/or joy. </p>
<h4>But What About Fuck Boys? </h4>
<p>Some of you might want to argue and site all kinds of examples of men who do not provide for their women or children that way. Those are boys that need to grow the fuck up. I’m not speaking about them and you need to stop choosing them by the way. There are plenty of good men in the world who know how to be men. Your unhealed trauma just won’t let you pick them. I said what I said. That’s another topic for another day though. </p>
<h4>But I’m a Boss Bitch and I Don’t Need No Man </h4>
<p>Yes, lots of women would argue that they are perfectly fine doing the providing, but I assure you, they are not. A career driven woman still requires being held by the masculine in her partner, or else she cannot continue to do what she does without sacrificing her well being. It is a primal, involuntary need. It is biological and chemical. It has nothing to do with what we can do. It has everything to do with what we were made to do. The female biology lends itself to more feminine expressions by nature. To ignore this is to do a great disservice to the perfection of the cosmic design and your nervous system. </p>
<h4>What About the Children? </h4>
<p>Childrearing is also meant to be shared. But it is the woman’s primary responsibility, for damn good reason. Children need the feminine influence to learn how to be human and regulate their emotional and nervous systems. When they reach a maturity level where they can learn the ways of the world, the masculine parent can then prepare them for that external role. Sure a man can raise young children and a woman can go out and work, but it isn’t ideal. To say otherwise is a lie. The children suffer, because they are not receiving the correct set of skills and nourishment at the correct times in their development. This isn’t to shame anyone living in the opposite polarities, it is only to tell you the truth. </p>
<h4>But What If I Like to Hustle </h4>
<p>First of all, no you don’t. Just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you should. Even if a woman believes her true desire is to hustle and grind, her monthly cycles will beg to differ. To push through life in a masculine way, in a masculine world, has devastating effects on a woman’s body. To keep up with the demands of the outside world, she has to disconnect from her body, her receptivity and her natural ebbs and flow of energy. </p>
<p>She has to harden and deny the more tender and emotional parts of her nature. She can no longer soften and stay open to channel her spiritual gifts. She ends up cutting off her heart from the source of all of her power, her pussy. A woman disconnected from her pussy loses the source of her magic, and the nourishment that feeds the world. Most women who live like this, believe that they are working towards empowering the feminine. They are not. They are simply empowering the notion that women have to be more like men to be valued. The truth is the opposite. The feminine has value all on its own. </p>
<h4>Yin and Yang </h4>
<p>Masculine and feminine are not separate, but two parts of one unit. We were meant to work together like yin and yang. One energy internal, receptive, nourishing, nurturing, emotional, magnetic. The other external, penetrating, protecting, providing, physical, electric. A woman’s natural state is the bridge between the unseen and the seen. She protects and shields the masculine on the emotional and energetic realms, just as he protects and provides for the feminine in the physical. She provides sustenance and material from spirit, just as he provides it in the physical. He is fed by her and she is fed by him. Her desire catalyzes and his work executes. His power is physical, hers is spiritual. Neither can rule without the other. They are one. </p>
<h4>Men and Women Are Teammates, Not Opponents. </h4>
<p>Life is a team sport, and as such, everyone can’t play the same positions. It makes absolutely no sense to have both partners hustling out in the world playing the masculine role, while no one is taking care of the children or the home. If that’s what you want, you want a business partner, not a spouse. Yes, both parents can work full time and hire help to take care of everything else. Yes, the house and the children are technically taken care of that way. Taken care of, does not mean that they are taken care of well, however. If the lifestyle pushed upon us by feminism and corporate greed was actually beneficial, the world would be in a much different state. Of course that’s just my humble little opinion. </p>
<h4>Stop Demonizing Gender Roles </h4>
<p>It isn’t that a man can’t be the one in charge of traditionally feminine roles, it’s just that there aren’t many men who can achieve that without becoming emasculated by the unconscious resentments of his woman. The feminine naturally needs to be held by the masculine. The masculine thrives by providing that holding. When she has to give up her softness in order to live and work on the front lines of a man’s world, without a place to take off her own armor, everyone suffers. </p>
<p>All women, even those that really do enjoy being the breadwinner, want and need a man who is ultimately more masculine than she is. A man that can give her a structure of safety and a sense of being held. Women are made to be magnetic, creative, and magical. They absolutely can be out in the world and maintain this sustainably, but not in a masculine way. That is another conversation all together. </p>
<h4>Men and Women’s Needs Are Inverse, Not Opposites </h4>
<p>A man needs very similar things, as his woman, for himself. After a day out in battle with the world, he wants and needs a soft place to land. A place where he is allowed to feel and be held and nourished. Contrary to popular belief, men do have feelings. They are just very well practiced in putting them aside to get what needs to get done, done. In ancient times, the temples provided a place for battle weary warriors to come and have the war loved out of them. Without this crucial service, men could not continue to fight. So yes, you are the Queen of the Castle, ruling in the world alongside your man. But even more importantly, you are the High Priestess of the Temple, where all can come to be loved and nourished, and held by the softness of the feminine expressed through you. </p>
<h4>Shifting Perspective </h4>
<p>It is this perspective shift that made all the difference for me. Living a life of domestic responsibilities, when you are more than capable of building an empire yourself, is not sexy to your ego. But realizing that the home is part of that empire, and that you are the priestess of the temple that makes all the magic happen, is another thing entirely. I don’t think of the chores as “cleaning up everyone else’s mess”. I think of it as clearing the energy in our holy dwelling. Keeping the space open and free, allows it to be filled with more and more divine magic. It becomes a place of rest and connection and sanctuary, not only for your man, but for all who enter. </p>
<h4>A Higher Purpose </h4>
<p>The reason that I feel so fulfilled and turned on at the end of a long day of homemaking is because of the way I perceive it all. I am not a Queen stuck in the castle while my husband gets all the recognition and all of the glory. I am the High Priestess of My Temple; a sexual sorceress, and a domestic fucking goddess. I channel through my body the divine energy that feeds his worldly success, which is also mine. </p>
<p>He provides raw materials, and I transform them into the nourishment that allows him to continue to fight and build every day. He gives me his strength, protection, resources and safety. In return I give him a soft, beautiful, and luscious woman to come home to. With a turned on pussy directly connected to source, the only thing he cannot provide for himself. My home and my body as a temple, become a place of peace and restoration where he feels safe to soften into the emotional intimacy that connects him back to God(ess). If that is not a higher purpose, then I don’t know what is. </p>
<h4>Conclusion </h4>
<p>You don’t have to become a Boss Bitch to be important or of value. Hussy Homemaking is not and has never been beneath us. It is in fact, the most important job in human history. Without it, nothing can exist. If you remember that your home is a temple, and you are a priestess, everything will change for you. It will cease to be a burden, and become an honor, a pleasure, and intimate worship all at once. </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span class="font_small"><em>PHOTO BY ANNA SHVETS</em></span></p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368522023-01-11T22:10:18-07:002023-01-11T22:10:18-07:00Housewife Daily Thursday 3/3/22<h4>A Different Kind of Washing </h4>
<p>Today was a bit of a wash on the housewife front. Was up well past dawn helping husband work through some tough business decisions and just connecting in general. We haven’t really seen each other all week. Sometimes the wee hours of the night are the only time we can catch up with each other. I was about to go to bed, but then my youngest woke up coughing and stressed about it. Talked him off his emotional ledge with logic and facts. Works every time. </p>
<h4>Pollen Assassins </h4>
<p>Finally got everyone settled and thought I was down for the night. Nope. Woke up just a couple of hours later, and thought welp, guess I can run some errands while the nanny is here. But I quickly realized that the Claritin I take everyday was not fucking cutting it. Eyes itchy and watering like a mother fucker, sneezing every couple minutes, hello Spring! Awesome. </p>
<p>Took a Benadryl and decided to get back into bed until it kicked in. Was going to give myself about 20 minutes. Slept right through nanny time instead. Thankfully she handled all the necessities for the day, and there was still leftovers so no need to cook. I did get my daily coffee when I had to go get some more children’s Benadryl for the miserable boy. I was hoping he would feel better after he slept more, but he woke up with his own allergy attack on top of the lingering cough. You know how men are when they’re sick? Young men are no different. It was truly pitiful, poor thing. </p>
<h4>Keeping it Moving </h4>
<p>Once the medicine kicked in, he was up and playing with his Pokemon cards, so I got a few hours in on the erotic story I’ve been wanting to get to. The rest of the night was spent hanging with the boy until he finally went to bed. Took a shower and used the blue tansy cbd oil that I got from one of my Chasin’ Unicorns boxes. Highly recommend it. It’s so silky and soothing. Smells amazing too. </p>
<p>Spending the rest of the night editing a little more writing and working through some old music projects I’m thinking about finishing. Hopefully everyone feels better tomorrow, if not, more of the same. Pisces New Moon vibes ya know. Sometimes you just gotta chill and go with the flow. The dishes aren’t going anywhere. It’s not the end of the world. I promise.</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368512023-01-11T22:09:21-07:002023-01-11T22:09:21-07:00Creating a Cleaning Schedule<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/fe9175017c441b63fb2c1284c75c0b475b9fe5e7/original/pexels-photo-7718755.webp/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.webp" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>Intro</h4>
<p>You can read all of the homemaking books and download all the schedules and routines you can find, but if it the rules go against your inherent nature, you won’t be happy doing it. Setting a bar and a goal to aspire to is essential, but flexibility and honoring yourself is just as important. </p>
<h4>Your Tidying Personality </h4>
<p>The first thing you want to get clear about is your unique tidying personality. It’s pretty simple actually. Do you prefer to do a little bit of cleaning often, or a lot of cleaning less often? The truth is that you will have to do both, but establishing which you prefer will allow you to choose a routine that best suits you overall. </p>
<p>Of course regardless of what you prefer, your particular circumstances will often dictate the best course of action for you. For example, when I was single, doing all the cleaning one day a week was perfectly fine. As my family grew, so did the square footage of my home, and the amount of stuff in it. The do it all at once method proved to be overwhelming and a complete nightmare. </p>
<p>I would let everything go for days or weeks. Then I would spend a whole day or two getting everything in order. Feeling completely burnt out, everything would go to hell again, and the cycle would repeat. Eventually, I realized that the do it all at once method was not working for my sanity. It was absolutely divine to have the whole house clean at once, but it never lasted more than a day. 99% of the time, I was living in utter chaos. </p>
<p>The little bit often method is much more sustainable. No, you don’t get the joy of the whole house being immaculate and spot free all at once, but there is an overall sense of wholeness and calm. It also allows you to relegate tasks to autopilot. Eventually, you will find yourself getting the chores done before you even realize you are doing chores. Then you can go about enjoying the hell out of the rest of your day. If you do decide you want that whole house clean feeling, it can be done with relative ease and zero burnout. </p>
<p>So if you have a small home or family, and especially if everyone spends most of their time away at school or work, you can choose whichever method you prefer. However, if you have a bigger house or family, and/or the adults and children are home all day, the little bit often method is going to be the one for you. </p>
<h4>How to Create Your Own Routine </h4>
<p>The all at once method is self-explanatory and takes no real planning. All you have to do is decide what day you want to clean everything and clean everything. If you want to do it a little at a time, follow the following steps. </p>
<p>Make a list of all of the cleaning and homemaking tasks you can think of. <br>Organize them into daily, weekly, monthly, and seasonal lists. <br>Decide what days feel best to do each weekly/monthly task and assign it. <br>Seasonal tasks are best done in an all at once go. Set aside a day or two every season to to these. </p>
<h4>Daily Tasks (6-7 days a week) </h4>
<p>How you decide what goes on the daily list is everything that needs to get done to make the current and next day run smoothly. <br>My daily tasks include the kitchen, dining room, laundry and general tidying. <br>Ex. Laundry: 1-3 loads folded and put away <br>Kitchen: Unload/Load Dishwasher, Clean and disinfect counters, take out trash if full, sweep <br>Dining Room: Pick up clutter, sweep <br>General Tidying: Gather belongings and put away anything not being used, reset the couch, put dirty clothes in the hamper…etc. </p>
<h4>Weekly Tasks (5-6 days a week) </h4>
<p>In addition to the daily chores, weekly tasks include deeper cleaning and can be divided by cleaning category or room. I do a little bit of both, with a focus on room categories. I typically do the daily chores first, then move on to the weekly task after breakfast. <br>Ex. Monday: Dining & Living Room, de-clutter, dust, sweep and mop floors, vacuum rug <br>Tuesday: Bathrooms sink, toilet and mirrors, sweep and mop, wash floor rugs <br>Wednesday: Showers and Bathtubs <br>Thursday: Kid’s Room, wash bedding, dust, pick up and vacuum. (Since the nanny does this if she is here, I will take the day to tidy my office instead.) <br>Friday: Master bedroom, tidy, dust and vacuum </p>
<p>If you prefer, you can assign specific cleaning tasks to each day for the whole house. For example, Monday’s for sweeping and mopping, Tuesdays for dusting, Wednesdays for counters and toilets…etc. </p>
<h4>Monthly Tasks (1-3 per week) </h4>
<p>On Saturday’s I don’t have a weekly task. I catch up on any weekly tasks that got missed and/or choose 1-3 items from the monthly list. These are things like washing windows and baseboards, deep cleaning the kitchen, organizing closet, cleaning vents and appliances, cleaning out the fridge, dusting light fixtures and fans, washing couch covers…etc. </p>
<h4>Rest Day </h4>
<p>The only thing I do on rest days is the kitchen and maybe a quick sweep of the dining room if it needs it. This is the day I reserve to be 100% selfish. Often will eat out or order in. Bath time. Face masks. Read a book. Go out with friends for coffee. Gourmet sex…etc. </p>
<h4>Staying on Track </h4>
<p>It’s super tempting to catch-up all at once if you get off track. I have found that puts me right back in the vicious cycle of doing too much and burning out. So if you miss something during the week that doesn’t get addressed on the weekend, just wait until it comes back around the following week. Meaning, if you don’t get a chance to clean all week for whatever reason, don’t binge on the weekend. Just wait for each task to show up again on the schedule and do it then. </p>
<p>Try to avoid swapping tasks out if you’re not in the mood for something. You can, but if you do it too often, you’ll start to fall behind. Just suck it up and if today is bathroom day, just clean the fucking bathrooms. I promise you it will take less time and energy than to sit around complaining or avoiding it because you’re not in the mood. </p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><em><span class="font_small">PHOTO BY MART PRODUCTION</span></em></p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368492023-01-11T22:06:24-07:002023-01-11T22:06:24-07:00Housewife Daily Wednesday 3/2/22<h4>Who am I again? </h4>
<p>My nanny came back to work today and I found myself a little lost. This seems to happen every time there is a stint without her. At first I get a little annoyed and frustrated that I have to revert back to full time housework. Very quickly after, I get into the groove of it and I remember how fulfilling it actually is. Then she gets back and takes over the morning routine again, and it leaves me a little discombobulated. </p>
<h4>Oh right, I’m a Hussy too </h4>
<p>I have to switch gears again. Get back to the Hussy part of this housewife life. When she’s working she takes the morning round of kitchen cleaning, the garbage, the homeschooling and the chores associated with the children. This leaves me more time for writing and to spend time with my husband. Or to sleep and focus on my self-care. It’s a blessing don’t get me wrong. It just takes me a minute to find a new rhythm again. </p>
<h4>Change is hard </h4>
<p>I’m a Taurus and it isn’t that we don’t like change as much as it is hard for us because our inertia is so strong. Once we get going in a direction, it’s challenging to stop and move the weight of the earth in another. I’ve learned I have to just go really slow and be gentle with myself during transition periods. Without the morning daily tasks to take care of, I took better care of myself. </p>
<h4>Daily Routine </h4>
<p>I slept in and played some Animal Crossing, which I normally reserve for later in the day. I took a hot shower, curled my hair and put on a little makeup. I made myself a hot breakfast of scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, fresh strawberries, blueberries and arugula. I am about to go grab a cup of coffee from my favorite coffee shop, a roast for dinner, and spend some time with my creative writing projects. I had an early morning sleep intermission where I washed the couch covers and deep swept the living room. Wednesday is shower cleaning day, but I will probably leave it until tomorrow. </p>
<h4>Daily Musings </h4>
<p>I love being a housewife, but I also love just being a woman. Having a part time nanny allows me to experience the best of both worlds without burnout or overwhelm. I know it isn’t financially viable for everyone to have the luxury of hired help, but you can still create space for your woman by enlisting help from friends, family or lovers. It’s vitally important to take the time for your hussy in this domestic life. To remember that you are a woman still, not just a wife or mother. It’s good for your marriage and a beautiful example for your own children if you have them.</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368482023-01-11T22:05:03-07:002023-01-11T22:05:16-07:00Housewife Daily Tuesday 3/01/22<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/dc94c3ce94c2dc71d0101f91f9663f1d853a228a/original/engin-akyurt-ycyvv8-kqnm-unsplash.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>Spring Has Sprung </h4>
<p>Welcome to March y’all! The weather is warming up in the daytime and that is both delightful and terrifying. We won’t get much time before it’s in the triple digits here, so I am doing my best to enjoy it. The kids are feeling much better, and I’m actually on the treadmill today while writing this. </p>
<h4>Daily Musings </h4>
<p>Confession, I fucking hate working out. Like, it just is not for me. I was a dancer growing up and completely spoiled by the fact that it was just something that I loved to do and didn’t have to go out of my way to do physical activity. I just can’t get on board for the working out just to work out thing. </p>
<p>I was inspired by a friend to get a treadmill and just get on it everyday. That didn’t work. It wasn’t until the same friend suggested that I work and walk at the same time. I bought one of those standing desks, put a plant in the corner and something magical happened. Not only am I excited about physical activity, it really helps me get a regular writing practice in. I literally forget that I’m walking because I get so engrossed in what I’m writing. Fucking genus. </p>
<p>I think the key to success in anything is knowing your unique quirks and personality, and going with that flow instead of against it. One of mine is that I need more than one reason to do something. I couldn’t just get on the treadmill to exercise. I had to get on the treadmill to exercise and work. For whatever reason that did the trick. I can see now that this trick will work well for me in almost any area where I’m reluctant or avoiding doing something. </p>
<h4>Daily Routine </h4>
<p>Not a whole lot happened on the homemaking front today. Dishes/kitchen like everyday. Oatmeal with butter, almonds and goji berries for breakfast. Threw in a load of towels one of my children had so graciously thrown into the hallway. Did a grocery run, while listening to Sammy Ingram’s YouTube channel. </p>
<h4>What I Made For Dinner </h4>
<p>Husband is away at business meetings, but I decided to cook anyway. (Not that I cook for him often. That’s another story for another day.) Grilled chicken and gnocchi with pesto and broccoli. Sounds fancy, but is actually a super fast meal. Just cook up the chicken however you like. I put salt, garlic, onion, rosemary and lemon and throw it in my cast iron skillet. The gnocchi is actually a gluten free one that I found at my local natural food store and same with the pesto. Sure I could make my own from scratch, but who has time for that honestly? Same with the broccoli. Frozen is totally fine, no matter what anyone else tells you. </p>
<h4>What About Dessert? </h4>
<p>I didn’t used to have a sweet tooth, but when I was pregnant with my second child that changed. She is the only one of my three kids that I’ve ever caught in a closet eating sugar directly from the bag, on multiple occasions. So I blame her fully for my need for sweets now. Like I need them. I don’t feel right if I’ve eaten a meal and don’t have dessert after. It is what it is. </p>
<p>Before I cleaned up the kitchen, I decided to make a lemon poundcake. Also gluten free. Also not from scratch. When I went gluten free several years ago, what I missed the most was baked goods. Thankfully the gluten free food industry has gotten so much better. Magnolia Mixes is the brand that I use. It’s the moistest, most delicious boxed gluten free dessert I have found. I’m pretty sure it’s because the recipe calls for sour cream and not any other liquids. Just add eggs, butter and sour cream. </p>
<p>For the icing all you need is about 1/2 a cup of powdered sugar and some lemon juice until it turns into a spreadable consistency. Once the pound cake has cooled, make the icing and slap that shit on. So good with coffee or tea. Yum!</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368472023-01-11T22:03:43-07:002023-01-11T22:05:16-07:00Housewife Daily Monday 2/28/22<h4>Easy Peasy </h4>
<p>Today was a rest day. I slept in super late. Got up. Unloaded/loaded the dishwasher and threw in a load of kitchen laundry. Listened to a podcast while I played Animal Crossing. Edited yesterday’s blog. Made a super simple Mac n cheese/tuna/pea dinner with broccoli. (Because somehow I forgot to buy fresh meat the last few days I was at the store #fail.) As it happens, the low prep and low clean up was exactly what I needed today. After a week of sick kids and no nanny, momma is tired. </p>
<h4>Rounds of Deals </h4>
<p>After dinner I played a few rounds of monopoly deal with the children while listening to Miles Davis. My son won all three rounds and will be gloating about it for many days to come rest assured. After the games I sent them to get ready for bed and I finished up the dinner dishes. </p>
<p>If you follow me on twitter, which if you don’t you should (@hussy_housewife ) you may have seen a tweet to the effect of “You are not a bad bitch if you can’t load a dishwasher efficiently.” Tonight, I am not a bad bitch. But as the saying goes “Done is better than perfect”. _ </p>
<p>Off to a hot shower and a steamy quickie with the ladies in the erotic novel I’m working on. More on that later.</p>Penelope Badgertag:penelopecalloway.com,2005:Post/71368452023-01-11T21:54:14-07:002023-01-11T22:02:12-07:00Housewife Daily: Sunday 2/27/22<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/534067/dc94c3ce94c2dc71d0101f91f9663f1d853a228a/original/engin-akyurt-ycyvv8-kqnm-unsplash.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<h4>A Little Backstory </h4>
<p>We are a nightlife industry family. That in and of itself makes for a pretty interesting home life. We keep very creative and irregular hours and the kids are homeschooled both out of choice and necessity. That said, I do my best to keep some semblance of rhythm and consistency for the house. My daughter is a budding artist, she could really care less how the day goes as long as she gets to draw for most of her waking hours. Husband is a sovereign being, he does what he needs to do when he needs to do it. Me and my son however, need a bit more routine and structure to be emotionally okay. </p>
<h4>Fuck An Alarm Tho </h4>
<p>Schedules and alarm clocks are absolutely out of the question for me. We prioritize healthy sleep over following rules around here, #Taurusmomlife. Late starts aside, we still have as normal a day as anyone can, no matter what time it begins. </p>
<p>Tasks and puzzle pieces remain the same, they simply get moved to new locations depending on when we wake up if need be. For example, depending on the time and season, the park trip may get pushed earlier or later than the ideal schedule. They may do schoolwork right after breakfast, or after dinner instead. It’s a fluid, feminine path kind of life. </p>
<p>So many people hear that we wake up late and assume we also go to bed at the same time they do. False. A day is a day is a day. We have morning routines, afternoon routines, and evening routines. None of which are set in stone. They’re more like guidelines and strong suggestions, if you will. </p>
<h4>Onto the Daily… </h4>
<p>Sundays and Mondays are typically down days where I don’t do much cleaning. I try to reserve them for self-care, creative projects, and gourmet sex. Unfortunately, the kids have been sick all week and the daily chores haven’t been getting done, because, well it takes a lot of energy to hold space for sick kids. Like it’s super stressful. Even more so these days. </p>
<p>Needless to say, the kitchen garbage was full, plus I had shredded mail and de-cluttered my craft area the other day. Those bags were still by the can. I joked with my husband as we crossed paths and he silently looked around. He literally never complains or even remarks when there is a mess, but I see him see it. My self-imposed guilt made me feel like I had to say something. “It looks like we had a fucking frat party in here.” The kids are 10 and 11. Obviously no frat parties were had, but it was pretty funny to imagine. We had a good laugh. </p>
<h4>Morning </h4>
<p>Like I mentioned, Sundays are usually down time, but a special event has called husband away, and I took that opportunity to play catch up. I bagged up all the trash and recycling that had piled up. When I went to grab the bathroom bags, I realized I had missed bathroom day this week. So I did a quick swish and wipe of the toilets and countertops and then started a load of laundry. </p>
<p>Most days I have a quick oatmeal cup in the morning just to get moving, but today I was craving a bigger breakfast. The dishes has piled up in the sink so I made a game of it. How many dishes can I get into the dishwasher while the bacon cooks? The bacon lost, but I cleared the sink so I still won. I had scrambled eggs with cheese, avocado toast, extremely crispy bacon, and some organic strawberries that needed some love. (I waste more fruit then I care to admit. I’m trying though.) </p>
<h4>After Breakfast </h4>
<p>After breakfast I finally got the chance to sit down and get this website started, which was a joy for me. I love making blogs and websites. I know this because I’ve made several over the years. It’s been a long process of refinement to figure out exactly what kind of content will stick. I’m hoping this one is the match made in heaven I’ve been searching for. This iteration by far feels the most true. We will see though. I am a dynamic, constant work in progress. Regretfully, I can make absolutely no promises this won’t find itself on the garbage heap like the others. But hey, it’s all in service to embracing the impermanence of all things. Just like that freshly cleaned house feeling. Am I right? </p>
<h4>Afternoon </h4>
<p>As simple as this project is, it still took several hours to get it all set up. Which means I missed my afternoon walking/writing session and didn’t get a shower until right before bedtime. I did manage to grab a coffee and cookie sandwich with whipped cream that was to die for, hit Walmart for baby wipes and new plant babies, and got the kid’s bedding washed. The kid’s room is a Thursday job, but as with the rest of the week’s chores, it got back burnered. </p>
<h4>A Little More Backstory </h4>
<p>I should take this moment to inform y’all that I do have help. There is no way in hell I could do it all by myself. Childrearing, homeschooling, homemaking, getting the kids fed and watered and out for some sunlight and fresh air? Plus grocery shopping, errands, self-care, exercise, and holding space for husband’s current and future businesses? And still manage to feed my craft as a creative writer, and my sensual self as a nourished turned on woman? Please. I am under no illusions that I can do that all on my own without literally killing myself. </p>
<p>I’m a firm believer in households with more than one woman in them. That can be polygamy, polyamory, extended family, mom friends, or hired help. Whatever you gotta do love, zero judgments here. Personally, I have used a combo of all of those. If you don’t have at least one day a week where you have some time to take care of you, please do that right now. Whatever you gotta do, do it. It’s cliche´ because it’s true, “you can’t pour from an empty cup”. It isn’t selfish in the least to make sure you’re full before feeding others. Let me be an example and a reminder of this very important fact. I am an expert at self-indulgence and making obligations feel good instead of burdensome. More on that in later posts. </p>
<p>That said, my part time nanny has a young baby she brings with her to work. So when anyone is sick in the house, she doesn’t come. Puts me in a bit of a bind as I have to suddenly get out of creative/sexy woman brain and back into the throes of the housewife part of the hussy housewife life. I do prefer the hussy part. She also is just really good at shit I am not good at. The yang to my yin. The sun to my moon. The masculine structure to my feminine chaos. This winter has left me flailing without her on way too many occasions. I’m a bit run down and not as well fucked as I like to be, but I’m getting by. No really. It’s okay. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. I’m fine. Cries into the pillow </p>
<h4>Conclusion </h4>
<p>As long as I’m willing to tell perfectionism to fuck all the way off, and get to doing things as they need to get done, whether it’s on schedule or not, it’s all good. Grace, compassion, and lots of clitoral stroking will get me through it.</p>Penelope Badger