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Hello, beautiful ladies, mommas, wives, wives-to-be, and anyone taking interest in being a homemaker.
I am Katie Fite (FYTE). I am thirty-two years old. I have two children, ages seven and nine. My husband and I have been married eight years as of Leap Day this year.
When we first got married, we both worked full time. I hated it. The hustle and bustle of being away from home eleven hours out of the day (as we’re a one-car family), then coming home and trying to keep up with dinner, chores, and our first child.
I remember plenty of days, I’d sit at my desk and day dream of being a homemaker. I used to think of all the things I could be doing that mattered, but there I was stuck in a cubicle nine hours out of the day. I longed to be a housewife and with an old soul, it was all I wanted.
I grew up in a very modern family. It was the 90’s. Both parents were employed. I remember my brother, myself, and my parents each kind of living our own lives, as we were not very close. There were no warm family moments that I can remember. My brother buried himself in his room in virtual reality. My mother spent the time she wasn’t working just trying to hold down the house. My father, when he was there, couldn’t be bothered.
I always told myself growing up, that when I grew up and had my own family, we’d be very close. I wanted dinners at the table as a family. Most importantly I wanted to give my children as many memories as I could of their childhood to hold onto into their own adulthood’s.
Back to my employment. One day the time came. I was at my witts end with my job. I wasn’t happy generally speaking. With a few health issues in the mix as well (I’ll discuss those in another post), I decided it was time. I quit my job in 2014 and I’ve been home since. My son was two, my daughter four at the time.
It was an adjustment at first. It was difficult because I went from spending half my time away from my kids and husband to being around my kids 24/7 and seeing more of my husband. What can I say? I felt like we were strangers. We had to learn each other. I had a routine to develop and suddenly was keeping up with toddlers all day instead of sitting complacent at a desk. That realization hit me positively though; I knew I’d made the right choice. I was satisfied that I had found my purpose and I was going to make a difference. As a family, we’re not supposed to feel like strangers.
With all of that said, welcome to my blog where I’ll be sharing recipes, my homemaking weekly routine, homeschooling my children (now with this COVID outbreak), and more personal stories about myself as a housewife. I hope you find inspiration at every corner.
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