Shania’s “Honey, I’m Home” Hits A Lot Harder When You’re 27

Shania Twain in a black leather jacket leaning on a railing with a city in the background
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I am thankful every day to have grown up to 90’s country. It’s funny to think about the songs that you sang every single word to, but really had no idea what you were singing about. And then, you hear those songs as an adult and it all makes so much more sense.

When Shania released “Honey I’m Home” in August of 1998, I was 6 years old. Of course I learned every word. Just like I had learned every word to “Who’s Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?” and “Any Man of Mine,” in the years prior. Did I have any idea what I was singing about? No. Did it matter? No. When I saw her music videos, did I think she was the coolest woman I had ever seen? Probably.

Fast forward 21 years. Life is a lot different than it was in the late 90’s, however, some little life annoyances have not seemed to get any better. The other day, I was driving and listening to 90’s country, as I often do, and “Honey I’m Home” came on. I couldn’t tell you the last time I heard it prior to this and I can’t say it’s one that I just get the urge to turn on from time to time. But, all the lyrics were still in my brain and I started to sing along. Then it hit me. I think if all of the things that she talks about happened to me on the same day, I might have a meltdown.

Think about it…

-You go to leave, and your car won’t start.
-So now you come in late for work and your boss is sassy.
-Then you look in the mirror only to see your panty line showing, you have a run in your panty hose, and your hair went flat. Okay, some of these references are very 90’s, but still. It all sucks.
-It’s time for lunch, and you realize forgot your purse. Guess you’re going to be hangry for the rest of the day.
-You hate your stupid job and you’re just counting the minutes until it’s time to go home.
-You finally get home, you think it’s over, then you break a nail opening the mail! Just make it stop!

My day is ruined just thinking about all of this happening. But it might not be a total lost cause…

How nice would it be to come home after all that and start making demands to your significant other to cater to you and make it all better. Have them pour you a drink, rub your feet, fix you dinner and dessert, leave you alone to watch TV, take care of the dog and just let you relax. That sounds like paradise to me. Might be worth going through all of the annoying stuff to get that kind of treatment when you get home.

Sure, we’ve got bigger issues to deal with these days. These are all first world problems, but that doesn’t make them any less annoying. However, these were not issues that my 6 year old self knew anything about, but now unfortunately, I know them all too well.

It’s kind of funny how well this song has aged. It is not funny how much more relatable it is now than it was back then.

A beer bottle on a dock


A beer bottle on a dock