The Accidental Trad Wife

Powered by dim sum

My plan last night to power my day with dim sum seemed to work. 

I got up and deep cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, then sorted the washing. Quite how two people create so much washing, I have absolutely no idea. During the week I seem to be doing two loads a day. At least I wash most things at 30 degrees, that’s something positive for the environment. 

I always knew that being on top of household chores would make life easier. But I just never did it. I let things stack up and put things off. Whatever I choose to do after the six week trial, I plan to to keep this up. When everything is at a base level of cleanliness, the deep cleans are no longer overwhelming. I am not overwhelmed.

I sat on the bed and started doing other tasks I’d put off. I called my home insurance and updated my name, then tried to do the same with council tax, I was 24th in the queue. I’ll try again first thing tomorrow. I looked at our internet bill, and in about five minutes I had managed to reduce the cost by £20 a month. Less stress and more time makes a big difference. 

I sat down and had some cheese on toast for lunch in front of a murder documentary. 

Too much wine 

I went out for drinks and discussion of the human spirit with my friend Kyle. We talked left wing views, age gaps in relationships, and the fact we sometimes feel like utterly fucked up humans. But I think that’s a very human thing, none of us really know what we’re doing, do we?

I never feel judged by him, I am my total and true self. He sees me as I am, unguarded and honest. 

We stayed for four drinks. It meant the dinner for tonight had shop bought poppadoms and naan bread rather than homemade.

Everyone needs that friend. The person who has seen you at your worst and still loves you. 

A blurry cook 

I’m happiest in the kitchen, several wines deep, with music. This is my happy place. In a sports bra and trackies I made a chicken curry and Bombay potatoes. 

Today Counting Crows and Miley Cyrus were the soundtrack.

I possibly have a deep sadness that can only be addressed with coriander and Counting Crows. Or, more likely, I’m just the same as every other human trying to understand life. 

As the curry cooks down, I sit in the lounge listening to live music on YouTube. I’m my father’s daughter in this way, whether life is happy, sad, or just life, it is always enhanced with live music and wine. It’s something that keeps me linked to my dad. A thoughtfulness, a love of music, a love of wine. Maybe feeling like being someone who could have been more. A writer and a rockstar, rather than a housewife and a plumber.

I check the Bombay potatoes.

I walked back into the lounge to ‘Walk off the earth’ playing a cover of ‘Someone like you’ on YouTube. I thought about how to sober up before by husband came home. I decide to just drink more prosecco and nibble on poppadoms.

In the end

I kiss my husband at the door. Serve up the chicken curry 15 minutes after he gets back, so he has enough time to shower. 

I still have a lot of feelings to address. I’m sure Kyle will hear about it the next time we have drinks.

The Trad Wife round up:

Glasses of New Zealand Sauvignon: 4
Feeling: Reflective, yet hopeful
Eyes: Blurry
Sleep: Imminent