Housewife In Training

I’ve indeed had a very interesting week.

On Monday night, I went over to Gen & Evan’s for dinner, which turned out to be a dinner with the with them, Glorz and Justin and Uncle Gilbert and Aunty Aubrey.

Then on Tuesday night, I was busy trying to organise life group (formerly know as cell group) for last week. It was Janet’s birthday on Friday and most of my group was going to attend so we moved the group to Thursday.

Wednesday night was going to Cottesloe beach to plan the life group and logistics of it.

Thursday night was life group at Cottesloe beach, reflecting on things and praying. It was quite a liberating experience I tell you.

Friday night was spent rearranging my room, I moved the bed and revamped my room.

Saturday was spent cooking, laundry, vacuuming, looking after the baby, attending the leaders’ forum at church and more cooking.

Today was spent going to church, having lunch with friends, fixing up the fly screens, cleaning, cooking, looking after the 2 kids (not mine) and more cleaning.

After winding down from the weekend, I just had a random thought. With all the cleaning and cooking and running round after the kids, I’m probably a housewife minus the husband.

Which led me to another scary thought.

I wouldn’t actually mind becoming a housewife should that be the case. The thought of baking, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping and looking after the kids isn’t that bad. At least I know I can cook and clean the house. After 2 years of kindergarten, 6 years of primary school, 5 years of high school, 1 year of college and 4 years of uni, 2.5 months of working and now I want to be a housewife.

Tell me I need a brain reshuffle.