Turning into a Stepford Wife
My poor mother is completely perplexed by our move away from high earnings, regular social occasions, City based careers and all the fancy things we wanted to buy.
Each time I speak to her on the phone I am invariably enthusing to her about some small achievement in my quest to downshift massively and to Become Domestic (eg. found a new recipe for chutney or plans to have a a major jam making session with the plentiful supply of free local blackberries, or discovering that the secret to a clean house is frequent & regular but not fanatical cleaning/tidying).
Each time my mum then states in a ock horrified voice ‘Good God you really are turning into one of the Stepford Wives!’. Which I took as a compliment about how well I was doing in my new but challenging role of fulltime housewife and mother.
Have just looked up Stepford Wives and am less sure that it was an encouraging comment after all…