I find that people who start threads about their lifestyle, knowing full well that they're going to get a hammering, are either goady and bored or secretly hoping they'll have people agree with them.
Did you hope you'd have people telling you what a good job you were doing of ironing your DH's shirts and meal planning, while he works or does his hobbies? Or that us working mothers would be secretly jealous? Because I can tell you, nothing makes me cringe harder than the idea of a life stretching ahead of me, filled with the mundane chores of babying a grown man, cooking dinners, and organising seasonal clothes.
My own DH wouldn't have touched me with a bargepole if I was expecting to settle down into a little wifey, either. We both know women like you and each sit there with gritted teeth clock-watching while they ramble about home decor and their DC's grades in school. Meanwhile the husband flips a few burgers on the BBQ as his contribution.
If this is honestly your life, I'll say to you this. It's not going to last forever. Not unless you're very, very lucky, because men who want a housewife organising their socks are not men who hang around. They don't respect women.
There's a whole world out there, beyond seasonal wardrobes and insta-cute homes. It's exciting. It's fun. It's interesting. But you won't find it sipping coffee and plumping cushions at home while the kids are in school. Then one day, you'll be old and grey, kids gone. Husband might still be around, who knows. There'll be nothing to talk about. You won't have a vast selection of friends, only friends of your DH, only a little insular world of home.
It'll be really, suddenly, very quiet.