I woke up thinking how I have been procrastinating as a wifey. I cook but I do not cook good food. I help him with his clothes for work but I do not do laundry and I do not iron. I clean house but I do not scrub every tiles and I do not wax the floor.
The idea of being a wife just struck me. It felt like we were playing house. Now I woke up thinking how lazy I am not feeding my hubster a good meal. I felt bad because I married a good man and I am selfish and inconsiderate beeotch not to think of him when he leaves the house with a crumpled shirt. I felt bad when he did not want to eat the pork mushroom with potatoes that I made for him last night.
I am a bad wifey!
But I have my lucid intervals and today I promise to love my hubster a little bit more than I already do. I promise to be more of a wifey.
And the time to start is NOW!
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