Mrs.
When I say the word husband, as in my husband, I'm afraid that I'll start to laugh and give myself away - I don't really have a husband, I'm just pretending. But I really do have a husband. And I really am someone's wife. I walked to the pharmacy today because Clark Kent has had a sore throat for a week now and at lunch he complained of it getting worse. I felt grown up taking his ATM card (remember, I do not have access to a UK bank account - it's like they won't acknowledge my existence) and getting cash out and walking to the pharmacy in town. I even decided to talk to the pharmacist. "My husband has been suffering from a sore throat for a week now. Can you recommend something other than Halls?" I waited for a moment and held my breath, not completely sure if the pharmacist would believe me. Did I really have a husband who I was trying to take care of? Was I just pretending? I wanted to hold up my hand and say, "Look, I really am married!" It's strange the thoughts that swim around in my head.
Anyway, the pharmacist gave me something that was kept behind the counter and told me to make sure my husband gets to a GP if his throat doesn't improve within two days and then I was on my way. As I walked from the pharmacy back to Clark Kent's office to deliver his relief, I tried to think about when I'll stop giggling on the inside when I say husband. I'm not sure. Maybe once we hit our one year anniversary it'll feel more real.
I am really enjoying my housewife role. I feel like I really relate to Charlotte when she tells Lizzy, "It's such a pleasure to run my own home." I love baking bread for Clark Kent's breakfast. I love making his lunch and meeting him each afternoon. I love ordering our groceries online. I love balancing our checkbook. I love vacuuming. I love making the bed. I love doing the laundry. I love cooking dinner and having it ready when he gets home. I love cleaning up the kitchen. And, I will love working at the library because I can still do all of these things and not feel busy or rushed - a three hour/day is perfect.
I taught so many pieces of literature that centered around the flight from domesticity. But now that I'm here, I can't imagine wanting to flee. I just wish I had all my aprons from storage.
Anyway, the pharmacist gave me something that was kept behind the counter and told me to make sure my husband gets to a GP if his throat doesn't improve within two days and then I was on my way. As I walked from the pharmacy back to Clark Kent's office to deliver his relief, I tried to think about when I'll stop giggling on the inside when I say husband. I'm not sure. Maybe once we hit our one year anniversary it'll feel more real.
I am really enjoying my housewife role. I feel like I really relate to Charlotte when she tells Lizzy, "It's such a pleasure to run my own home." I love baking bread for Clark Kent's breakfast. I love making his lunch and meeting him each afternoon. I love ordering our groceries online. I love balancing our checkbook. I love vacuuming. I love making the bed. I love doing the laundry. I love cooking dinner and having it ready when he gets home. I love cleaning up the kitchen. And, I will love working at the library because I can still do all of these things and not feel busy or rushed - a three hour/day is perfect.
I taught so many pieces of literature that centered around the flight from domesticity. But now that I'm here, I can't imagine wanting to flee. I just wish I had all my aprons from storage.