The Housewife Chronicles - EPILOGUE

NOTE: Days 10 to 17 were uneventful. Just more of the usual cleaning, laundry, and cooking mishaps all housewives have to go through to perfect their craft.

 

NOTE AGAIN: Ok that’s a lie. The author just got tired of documenting her days when she discovered being a housewife wasn’t all what she expected it to be. It is one thing to be a wife inside the house (which of course, she was), and another thing entirely to be the wife inside the house that has to do everything. She discovered allergies she never knew existed… broom allergies, cooking pan allergies, etc.

 

NOTE AGAIN, LAST: And washing machines! She’s allergic to washing machines and flat irons too.

 

 

EPILOGUE:

 

I started my new job on March 12, ending my brief stint as a part-time-housewife-part-time-bum. Now, 6 months after my domestic realizations, nothing much has changed. I still can’t cook. I gave up feigning interest in laundry (we now bring our laundry to a nearby laundromat for washing and pressing). I’m still using the same telecom provider, out of some perverted loyalty that arises from the fact that I know my friends who chose to stay there work really, REALLY hard to provide me and the other 24,999,999 subscribers this service. But on the other hand, the business I started is doing well! My wardrobe got a major overhaul. And my floor is still clean!!! So I can honestly say it’s not all bad :)

 

I am calling an agency this weekend to get household help.

The Housewife Chronicles - Day 9

DAY 9 – March 3, 2007

 

Why can’t floors stay clean? I don’t get it. I hardly walk on my floor! I spread a mattress on the floor of my living room where I spread all my “kalat” (stuff) and play with my necklaces and bracelets all day. The only times my feet touch tile are when I need a glass of Coke (and water sometimes) or when I need to go the bathroom.

 

Saturday bustle at my house starts at 11AM when my husband wakes up. Before 11AM, I am free to lie on the sofa all morning watching the Disney channel, fast becoming my favorite because “kumpareng” Walt’s shows are so entertainingly wholesome, nothing heavy or deep or upsetting. The only chore I needed to get done early Saturday morning was to take the trash out because the garbage truck makes its rounds on my street on Wednesdays and Saturdays only.

 

But then, there’s the floor. I remember my husband telling me before we got married that his idea of a clean house is a clean floor. I guess the idea stuck so specks of dust on the floor offend my senses.

 

I mopped.

 

My husband woke up. We had breakfast at 11AM. We went to the mall for lunch around 3PM. We walked around for a while then went home around 7PM.

 

My husband watched the TV… literally. That’s what he does. I don’t think he actually watches any show since he channel hops like every 5 seconds and lingers on a particular channel for only 2 minutes tops.

 

I don’t get it. But I don’t care. I’m content sitting on the mattress on my clean floor playing with my beads.

The Housewife Chronicles - Day 8

DAY 8 – March 2, 2007

 

Due to a very important family affair, the housewife is on leave today. Sorry.