The Accidental Trad Wife

I forgot the yoga again

I didn’t do my planned yoga last night. And I forgot again this morning. I loved it the one day I succeeded in this aim, so I don’t know why I didn’t do it. Maybe I’m lazy? I can’t possibly use the excuse of being too busy anymore. I think I’m going to have to postpone this aim a week so I have some chance of achieving it. 

Other than the yoga failure, it was a good morning. Saw my mum, saw my grandma, ate some chips, drank a Sauvignon, went to M&S.

No time for a nap today, I had to get the cleaning done and start on the cooking before my husband got home. My face is feeling a bit tight following the chemical peel yesterday so I covered it in Aquaphor. It helped. 

A block of flats 

Even though I used to work from home, I wasn’t aware of everything around me. We live in a block of five flats, our place is the penthouse – but in name only. It’s the top floor and has two terraces, but probably hasn’t had any work done on it in many years, probably over a decade, we rent. Paint chips off from the walls, the doors are wonky and no matter what I do the kitchen and bathroom will never be clean ‘enough’. 

I can now tell the neighbour’s routines from the noise of their cars, closing of their doors and when they take their rubbish out. 

Flat 4 has a mo-ped, and doesn’t seem to leave at the same time every day. He just comes and goes at random. He’s a pleasant older man, I sometimes scare him with too energetic a “Good Morning” when I see him on the stairs. 

Flat 3 is like clockwork, he has a louder car and I know when he leaves for work, when he picks up his kid from school, and when he takes his kid back to his mum’s in the evening. He plays the same song on repeat in the evenings, me and my husband are unsure why. He might have a new partner, the music is muffling.

Flat 2 are an enigma. They’re a youngish couple. They seem nice. They’re not overly friendly, but Brittishly polite. 

Flat 1, although I know their names, I just refer to as ‘Loud cat’s’ parents. They have a very vocal cat. She’s a good cat. I’ve learned recently that she often gets stuck in the stairwell, as she runs in when someone is going out. Flat 1 are also the only other people who bring the big bins back from the curb to the bin storage. I like flat 1.

Yet another pleasant evening

The oven man is due tomorrow morning, so it’s another oven-less dinner. 

I asked my husband what he wanted, and he asked for fresh pasta. Second day in the row of a nice easy meal. Eggs and 00 flour to make the pasta, then white wine, mushrooms, bacon and cream for the sauce, and topped with a butterflied chicken breast and parmesan. I still haven’t lost my love of cooking. I was worried I would, so this is a very good thing. 

We, of course, had another lovely evening together on the sofa, complimented by pasta and an episode of Black Mirror, Plaything. It’s a good episode, a bizarre tale that makes the point not to devalue any life. 

The Trad Wife round up:

Husband’s rating of dinner: 9.8/10 (I lost 0.2 as the portion was too big)
Oven: Still not fixed, maybe tomorrow?
Loud cat: vocal
Yoga goal: failed, and postponed to next week