Me? I am a stay-at-home mum.

It's day two. And this human experiment of mine is going sour fast.

On my second full day of no job or college, I'm struggling.

The first day consisted mostly of lounging around trying to look busy, for who's benefit I'm not sure, but occasionally I would swiftly get up and wash my tea cup, fold some laundry and make more tea.

Today I had renewed vigour, I tidied the whole house, finished the DIY in my son's bedroom, read the paper, went to the shops and baked a cake, only to glance at my watch and find that it was noon. I could have passed for a regular 50s housewife if it weren't for the fact I was wearing jeans.

But, it got me thinking, there is no shame in being a housewife.

When I was younger I was determined to never be a stay-at-home mum, I wanted a career and a family, the 90s third-wave feminism had worked its magic and I wanted it all; a career, children and to break the mould and have a house-husband. Radical, I know. Fight the system!

But, it worked out that my partner got a job and I was left holding the baby. And the truth is, I will cherish those days for the rest of my life. I had embraced domesticity and all it had to offer. So suck on that Carrie Bradshaw.

The moments I felt like I was betraying myself (and maybe even the sisterhood) was when people asked me: "And what do you do for a living." I would immediately down-play my role by saying: "Well, at the moment, I am just a stay-at-home mum." "Just"? Just a stay-at-home mum? Why just? Because lets face it, if you are doing the job right it is hard work.

From messy potty training to home hair cuts; motherhood is tough. And while kneading the dough for fresh bread I couldn't escape the feeling that I had sold out, I was Betty Drapper. Well, perhaps not quite.

"Husband! Look what I did!"

But, baking, knitting, sewing, pickling, making jams, all of the domestic goddess's dark arts are now in vogue with the rise of the 'hipster housewife' and the feminists embracing the traditional homely 'woman's work'. And, as it rising in a more natural popularity, these highly skilled jobs become highly respected, as 1960s feminist Betty Friedan points out in this interview here.

Women, albeit mainly middle-class white women, are picking up the skills their mothers fought for them not to have to for reasons other than the 50s illusion of domestic bliss. It's because of necessity, concern for the environment and self-sufficiency.

I suppose my meandering point is, while I job hunt I should once again invoke the call of the oven cleaner, live in the moment and enjoy my homemade cake - guilt free.