You know you’re a Desperate Housewife when …

… you’re invited to a Norwex party, and you cannot wait to buy the new mop and give it a try. Will it measure up to hands and knees scrubbing? Be as simple as the Swiffer mop? We’ll know more Friday!

I would like to say I am half-joking, but this mop has been on my mind most of the day. What is happening to me?

So therefore, this leads me to my South Dakota segment of Desperate Housewives. Not the alcoholic, dried out, cat-fighting reality TV version that leaves me rolling my eyes when the insulting commercials come on. Nope, my version is way cooler. Because until you’ve made a grocery list to last you a week because you cannot justify the 40 minute drive it takes in the event you run out of buttermilk, you’ve never really experienced being a housewife in it’s most desperate form.

Desperate enough to call your neighbor and ask if you can borrow an egg or six. Or a cup of milk. Or flour. And when you do, you end up catching up on life in the kitchen with some coffee for a little while.

No, we don’t fight over men or friendships. Most of the time when a woman shows up, the husband gladly sneaks off to the nearest shop behind tools and equipment. And we don’t get drunk and break our heals, giving the world the ugly cry because we’re a 14 year-old girl trapped in a 45 year-old body. Do you know when I see these women cry? When someone else is hurting, because they’ve been there before.

So when I start to feel desperate, desperate for a friend who understands this life, I know who I can count on. This version of Desperate Housewives is not in vain, either. In the midst of it all, solid friendships are formed, real love is nurtured, and borrowed baking ingredients are a good field or two away.

Perhaps even more so in this weather …

South Dakota November weather
South Dakota gal's Bo-Bo

South Dakota gal's Milo

Mama, will you ship me south for the winter? Pleasssee!

Update: This non-working wife simply could not justify spending over $120 for a new mop! So, back to the old ways of scrubbin’. Hey, I’m not cheap, I’m frugal.

Update again: Hosted a party in January and got the mop FREE. That’s pretty neat, huh?


27 thoughts on “You know you’re a Desperate Housewife when …

  1. Boy do I love your pictures! Can I come for Christmas? AWWWWWWWWWWWW THE RURAL LIFE!!! Lol I see your point about the fake housewives on tv. I don’t think they have ever done anything worth in the house! I am happy to hear that you are building friendships and with the upcoming addition, I am certain you will need a lot of help and now will be able to get that!
    And what mop is that? lol

  2. I can so relate to the feeling of “what is happening to me!” Sometimes times when I’m pondering how to be a more efficient homemaker, I giggle to myself at how, six or seven years ago, these thoughts would never have crossed my mind! I would lend you eggs anytime.

    • Oh, how I appreciate someone who understands this! Never in a million years did I think I would be excited to check out new cleaning supplies. And to top it off, I went out to lunch with a fellow housewife (and mother of three) yesterday and we sat in the restaurant for over two hours, talking about food mostly. I was really enjoying that conversation (yikes!). So glad you stopped in!

  3. I think those of us who don’t live in beautiful rural areas like yours tend to fantasize about the wonderful simplicity of rural life, never realizing what the day-to-day realities are. That’s one of the reasons I enjoy your blog so much – I’m one of those fantasizers! I can see both sides a little better now; I guess it’s a matter of plusses and minuses in any lifestyle. But you are very fortunate to be in an area with such warm, genuinely open-hearted people – that’s not always easy to find in cities and suburbs.

    I heard over the weekend that SD had -30 degree temps and thought of you right away! Yikes!

    • Very true. Since I was raised in a more town environment, with bigger towns less than 10 miles all around me, I see how there is something different out here in the country. That is not to say every neighbor is a gracious person, or that I couldn’t find the same kindness from city people. But this is where I am at, and I am seeing some great hospitality that I didn’t really know growing up.
      But, do you know how many times I would love to run to a grocery store in under five minutes?!
      Thanks for stopping in! πŸ™‚

  4. Oh girl, I can relate. The nearest town is 30 miles away. I am snowed in (like literally can’t get my car out of the driveway) and we are out of milk.

    It is times like these we appreciate our neighbors, especially the ones who have just visited the grocery store and are stocked up. We couldn’t exist out here without them.

    Have fun at your Norwex party. I think you’ll like the mop. I have one and should probably use it right now given all of the tracking in and out we have done in this weather.

    Hang in there lady.

    • Oh, we’re not quite snowed in yet! Miserably cold, though. I hope I like the mop, too. Hopefully they have something for wood floors as well. I need something different, because this Swiffer thing isn’t working for me (just doesn’t pick after three dogs and one husband).

      Hope your weather lightens up a bit!

  5. hmmm, I would think that you would know you are a “Country Man’s Wife” when you give any thought of what might happen if you run out of buttermilk! πŸ™‚

    I love your blog!

  6. I have to say that I know “Too Many” 45 year olds parading around as 14 year olds and always thought it would make a great comic strip! It makes you wonder how come our parents didn’t have this problem??

  7. Hey! Enjoyed reading your post! I am desperate housewife as well…well, desperate mother too! My mom’s from North Dakota and we lived in South Dakota for a few years when I was really young. I always sort of dream of going back, though having lived in Virginia since I was 8, don’t know if I could handle the cold cold cold!! Oh, and I mop my floors almost every other day. hard wood + dog + winter mess + little babies crawling around= obsession about cleaning them πŸ™‚ Hope you can find a good mop πŸ™‚

      • Hey! We lived in Vermillion πŸ™‚ My dad went to USD for his doctorate. Round here when people meet my mom and find out she’s from North Dakota, they say “Wow, never met anyone from North Dakota before” like she’s from a far off land. We went back one summer when I was in junior high and it was so fun! We DROVE there. Phew. Anyway, they put her name on a sign at the local gas station and said she’d be in the park at 2 p.m.! haha. so funny and so cute. Need I say she was from a small town. Anyway, hope to go visit again someday…keep writing. I enjoy reading about the country life!

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