The Accidental Trad Wife

It’s my 39th birthday. I’m lying on the terrace of our flat sunbathing and drinking a Sauvignon blanc. It’s French, not New Zealand, but my mind might be changing as it’s delightful, and a beautiful gift from my in-laws. 

I think I last blogged about 7 months ago. I wanted to write again, but what do I have to say? Maybe sitting in the sun has made me nostalgic? I’ve not succeeded at getting a new job, and I’m no longer doing the ‘Trad Wife’ thing. I was looking for a hook to write about. The job seeker? The millennial coping with their mental health? The (let’s be honest) bloody brilliant cook? Maybe it’s OK to blog just about being a human, just doing human stuff? An online diary perhaps? 

I’ll try it. 

What do I have to catch you up on since my last blog? I have numerous CVs ready to send off for every job that pops up in my inbox. Every email that comes in I feel hopeful…until I get to the word ‘Unfortunately’. I wish I’d had less than a dozen or so of those. But we’ve had some amazing city breaks. Shout outs to going to Krakow and Sicily, if you go, expect to put on 3lbs in good food. Our house sale went through so I’ve been painting various walls and fences. That might be it. Life is normal, and I am content. Not what I thought it would be, but I’m OK. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve cried, I’ve been angry and I’ve probably not been the best wife at times. But I’m Ok. Maybe I was better when I was acting the Trad Wife? 

Today has been nice. My poor husband has the flu, he feels terrible we’re not doing anything for my birthday as he’s stuck in bed. We walked out and got pastries for breakfast from my favourite bakery, and some overpriced bits and bobs from M&S for lunch. Heat wave bank holiday weekend advice, avoid M&S. 

My dad came over to take me for a birthday drink. It made my day. We sat outside in the shade of the dingiest pub in our area, I had a New Zealand Sauvignon, he had a Thatchers Gold. We talked about life, money, stress and love. We avoided politics. My views are known, I’m not proud to be British currently, no more needs to be said. Don’t worry, this won’t become a political blog, although maybe I’ll have a view to throw in here or there. I’m really not proud.

So I’m now out on the balcony. Appreciating the warmth, listening to ‘The Wonder Years’ and as always a bit of ‘Counting Crows’ and thinking it might be worth writing again. Who knows? Maybe I have something to say? More likely a flow of random thoughts. No forced timelines this time. So, the diary of an unemployed 39 year old. That might be what I have to share. 

Rage Against The Machine has just started playing ‘Bomb Track’ on Spotify. I’ll shortly head inside to play Mario Kart with my husband and order a takeaway for dinner. I’m content.