Would be Housewife...
I complain a lot, yes I am honest enough to know
that complaining is one of the many things I do well in life. I use public
transport to get to work - best believe that from getting off the train to
getting on the taxi that will eventually take me to work I would have at least
found five different things to complain bout. The music is too loud in the
taxi, the passengers on the bus thinking they own the space, the person next to
me is chewing so loud I can’t even here myself think.... the list does go on
but I don't want to encourage my inner complaint.
So one day as I was going on my very famous complaint
route, I turned to one of my colleagues and say to her - "You know my life
would be so much easier if I was a housewife'. She stops, turns and looks at
me, with a rather puzzled look on her face and asks - 'Why'. I then told her:
‘That life would be easier for me if all I did was stay home and bake stuff”.
Now before all the awesome housewives break out
in song to tell me that life at home is not that easy – I want you to note that
the only reason I said that was because in my head a life full of luxury and
all day television watching can sometimes be more appealing than waking up at 6
in the morning to go to work only to sit and resolve other people's problems
all day.
So yes in my head I think I would make the most
sublime housewife, I would cook, sometimes clean, iron in front of the
television and have my would be husbands slippers on hand when he gets home. Then
I think about how ambitious I am and I reject the idea of being a housewife,
but like they always say it is nice to dream even if it’s of a fairytale
husband that will allow me to stay home and do nothing, oh the life I would live….
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