I am now babysitting two days a week for eight hours each day. The baby is so cute and sweet and the family is wonderful, but I am definitely sympathizing more and more with maids from the 1950s. Every day that I work, I do at least two loads of laundry, fold and put away those clean clothes, and unload and reload the dishwasher. In the big scheme of things that really isn't too much housework that I do.
However, when you have done four loads of laundry for someone else (as I did today) and then you come home and have another load of your own laundry to do, along with a pile of ironing and then shopping, cooking and cleaning up your own dinner, you eventually start to feel like a full time maid. I am lucky that I only do this two days a week, and on my other days I do enough enriching things to feel like I have a life. But I just keep thinking of all those women in the 1950s (and so many still today) that work 8-10 hours a day completely taking care of someone else's home and children and then after a full day of work return to their house to care for their own life and kids.
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