So — SURPRISE! — I love being a wife.
No, that really is a shocker for me. I never thought I’d enjoy being the domestic type. Sure, I’ve always loved to clean, but that’s due to a mild case of OCD, not because I enjoy being the 50s housewife. (Although I do love the skirts and kitten heels.)
So mornings like this one really crank my motor. I am feeling like SuperWifey this morning.
I went to sleep MUCH later than I planned to, due to Bryan being so damn funny. We spent last night helping Daddy assemble the tv stand for his BRAND NEW 42 INCH LCD TV (a behemoth before which we almost bowed down), and then he treated us to dinner at Ruby Tuesday’s. (CHICKEN OSCAR, BABY.)
Sidenote: knowing that us theatre types say “Break a leg” before you hit stage, what do you think they say to Heather Mills before she goes on to “Dancing with the Stars”?
Anyway, we got back home at quarter-till-ten, which is officially fifteen minutes past my bedtime. But we were wound up (IT’S SPRING BREAK!), so it was after eleven when I finally dozed off.
And yet, I pulled my old ass out of bed by 5:30 this morning. Cause I am SuperWifey.
By the time I left the house at 6:55, I had: taken a bath to shave my legs, eaten a bowl of cereal, done the dishes from chilli-past, straightened up the house, cleaned the toilet (which I later TOTALLY disrespected), fed the dogs, and made dinner. (Note to Bryan: do we own a vegetable peeler?)
Add to that the spring skirt that I’m wearing, and I am one content little redhead today. Of course, I had that huge flux of stuff to do this morning, and then came to work.. where it is a ghost town. NO ONE is here this week.
Which means you’ll be hearing from me a lot! Contain your excitement; you know that you lose sleep whether or not I wore panties today or how my hair looks after I come back from lunch. And I don’t blame you: even those who say they are so busy still make time to pour through the site.
Because I am SuperWifey. (I sure hope that dinner is edible.)
You crack me up! I wish I had a little of your SuperWifeyness(?). I’m lucky if I get out of bed by 7:00 to leave the house at 8:00 and there is NEVER any cleaning, cooking and rarely shaving done in that hour!
For dancers we say “merde” french for…. well you get it. I kinda just like to say “break something” just for grins.
I can’t believe how much of a morning person you are. I’m lucky to rollover and brush my teeth at that hour let alone get chores done. Superwife…no your SuperWoman period!
Dancers really say that to eachother?! That’s awesome. I’ll have to ask Steph what the f word is in french. That’ll be the new “break a leg”.
I really am not a morning person, if left to my own will. I will stay in bed till noon on any given day. But when I have to get up.. and yes, a large dose of caffeine is necessary.. I’m productive. Because otherwise I’ll crawl back into bed.
The army has a saying…”we get more done by 9am than most people do all day.” Are you sure you aren’t military? I should totally hire you to make me get all 27 things on my spring break to-do list done…