Living in Sin, week 1
Slowfoot moved in on Sunday night, which means I am over indulging in my not-so-secret dream of becoming a housewife.
I’ve started folding his clothes for him, doing laundry, cleaning, cooking.
In 3 nights, I’ve already had a glimpse into the far way future…
Night #1
I went off in the evening to watch ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’ with fellow *ahem* reformed shopaholic Miel (Shopaholics anonymous gold card holder). We’ve learned our lesson… never mind that we went to Kmart after the movie. LOL. “Underwear is a basic need”, somebody wise once said.
Anyway, so I got home late almost at 10pm, expecting him to be home. Nay looking forward to see him at home. And when I get there… an empty house. Whut?! Then 10 minutes later he calls. Sounding very tired he tells me he’s just about to leave the office.
He gets home, very tired and unhappy. He hates his job he says. Everyone hates their job, I reply. Yeah, but not everyone is in the office until 10 at night. True that.
Future scenario # 1 - Very often I will eat dinner by myself, sit in our long dining table staring at my Harry Winston diamond. If I am lucky I will already have little Billy and Alexia to take care of so I won’t be so alone.*
*Ok for those who are unaware Billy and Alexia are my fictional future children who I do hope will become non-fictional in about 5 years or so. Occasionally I have a third child, Liam.
Night #2
He came home early this today (by early I mean 730). We haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so we decided to go to Woolies and buy stuff for our dinner. He didn’t want to walk despite the fact that it’s only around the corner because he didn’t have “comfy shoes” on. I have no idea what’s going on in that brain of his, he was still wearing suit and work shoes and couldn’t be bothered changing yet.
So we drove, and it took us one minute to get there. The moment we stepped into to centre he makes a phone call. And kept talking on his mobile the entire time we were at the supermarket. Now, I had no idea what to cook, nor could I think of what I wanted to eat, it would have been good if he participated in the decision making process. Instead he was on the phone following me up and down the aisles as I try to come up with a menu.
I eventually managed to make a decision (minute steak and vegetables). He also finished his phone call, but we were already at the check-out. “So what are we having for dinner?” as he peeks into the basket. I tell him and he’s happy. Well he better bloody be or there would have been murder at the check-out.
We get home and he talks on the phone - again. Leaving me to do all the cooking. And once it was all done, he finished his call and ate.
In fairness to him, he said he’ll wash the dishes. Which I let him do… until I observed his dish washing skills and deemed it unacceptable! He claims that I was “just seeing things” and the residual dirt I was noticing “is not there”. Therefore I ordered him to just leave it and just have his Cornetto and go upstairs. Which meant I basically re-did the entire dish washing to bring it up to acceptable standards.
Future scenario #2 - I will do all the housework, which is will be fine as long as I am not working as well, oh yes my not-so-secret dream of being housewife with a Harry Winston rock on my finger.
Night #3
I was meant to go to bingo with Miel and the gang. Then I see multiple missed calls at 4pm. Since I was working I wasn't able to answer my phone and didn't notice til later. It was Slowfoot, so I call him. (putting on a 'sick' voice) "I'm really not feeling well, I left work early, I'm coming home now. What time will you come home???"
So I call Miel to pull out of bingo. Mehn I was feeling lucky pa naman.
I get home and he looked perfectly fine to me. "I was thinking of pizza for tonight", he says. I look at him suspiciously, he didn't look that sick to me. I told him I was planning on making him some sinigang cause I thinking he was quite sick. I suspect he has a case of the "man flu".
Slowfoot wanted a pizza from Norton st. But Aina was home and she wanted Domino's. So out went my seafood sinigang and in came our large Domino's pizzas.
Future Scenario #3 - I'll probably get fat from all the pizza I'll be eating. And I will join all the women in the world who have to deal with the man flu, but I refuse to be one of those people who can't leave the home without their partner. That's just not how Slowfoot and I roll.
Anyway,I have to go and do some laundry. Apparently he has a presentation tomorrow and would he would like to wear his "#1 shirt". Geez housewife-dom here we come!
I’ve started folding his clothes for him, doing laundry, cleaning, cooking.
In 3 nights, I’ve already had a glimpse into the far way future…
Night #1
I went off in the evening to watch ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’ with fellow *ahem* reformed shopaholic Miel (Shopaholics anonymous gold card holder). We’ve learned our lesson… never mind that we went to Kmart after the movie. LOL. “Underwear is a basic need”, somebody wise once said.
Anyway, so I got home late almost at 10pm, expecting him to be home. Nay looking forward to see him at home. And when I get there… an empty house. Whut?! Then 10 minutes later he calls. Sounding very tired he tells me he’s just about to leave the office.
He gets home, very tired and unhappy. He hates his job he says. Everyone hates their job, I reply. Yeah, but not everyone is in the office until 10 at night. True that.
Future scenario # 1 - Very often I will eat dinner by myself, sit in our long dining table staring at my Harry Winston diamond. If I am lucky I will already have little Billy and Alexia to take care of so I won’t be so alone.*
*Ok for those who are unaware Billy and Alexia are my fictional future children who I do hope will become non-fictional in about 5 years or so. Occasionally I have a third child, Liam.
Night #2
He came home early this today (by early I mean 730). We haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so we decided to go to Woolies and buy stuff for our dinner. He didn’t want to walk despite the fact that it’s only around the corner because he didn’t have “comfy shoes” on. I have no idea what’s going on in that brain of his, he was still wearing suit and work shoes and couldn’t be bothered changing yet.
So we drove, and it took us one minute to get there. The moment we stepped into to centre he makes a phone call. And kept talking on his mobile the entire time we were at the supermarket. Now, I had no idea what to cook, nor could I think of what I wanted to eat, it would have been good if he participated in the decision making process. Instead he was on the phone following me up and down the aisles as I try to come up with a menu.
I eventually managed to make a decision (minute steak and vegetables). He also finished his phone call, but we were already at the check-out. “So what are we having for dinner?” as he peeks into the basket. I tell him and he’s happy. Well he better bloody be or there would have been murder at the check-out.
We get home and he talks on the phone - again. Leaving me to do all the cooking. And once it was all done, he finished his call and ate.
In fairness to him, he said he’ll wash the dishes. Which I let him do… until I observed his dish washing skills and deemed it unacceptable! He claims that I was “just seeing things” and the residual dirt I was noticing “is not there”. Therefore I ordered him to just leave it and just have his Cornetto and go upstairs. Which meant I basically re-did the entire dish washing to bring it up to acceptable standards.
Future scenario #2 - I will do all the housework, which is will be fine as long as I am not working as well, oh yes my not-so-secret dream of being housewife with a Harry Winston rock on my finger.
Night #3
I was meant to go to bingo with Miel and the gang. Then I see multiple missed calls at 4pm. Since I was working I wasn't able to answer my phone and didn't notice til later. It was Slowfoot, so I call him. (putting on a 'sick' voice) "I'm really not feeling well, I left work early, I'm coming home now. What time will you come home???"
So I call Miel to pull out of bingo. Mehn I was feeling lucky pa naman.
I get home and he looked perfectly fine to me. "I was thinking of pizza for tonight", he says. I look at him suspiciously, he didn't look that sick to me. I told him I was planning on making him some sinigang cause I thinking he was quite sick. I suspect he has a case of the "man flu".
Slowfoot wanted a pizza from Norton st. But Aina was home and she wanted Domino's. So out went my seafood sinigang and in came our large Domino's pizzas.
Future Scenario #3 - I'll probably get fat from all the pizza I'll be eating. And I will join all the women in the world who have to deal with the man flu, but I refuse to be one of those people who can't leave the home without their partner. That's just not how Slowfoot and I roll.
Anyway,I have to go and do some laundry. Apparently he has a presentation tomorrow and would he would like to wear his "#1 shirt". Geez housewife-dom here we come!