Un-caffeinated I woke up with no husband, no kiss, and vitally, no can of Monster. I cannot function without caffeine. I feel like there’s a judgement against people who drink energy drinks, it’s no worse than having several coffees a day. It’s just my choice of morning stimulant. The optics of it aren’t very Trad…

A morning with mum  I woke up early, no husband at home, no kiss at the door, but still a can of Monster in bed.  My stomach pain has mostly gone, I still blame the hotdog. But I’m not going to give up on hotdogs altogether. Pain be damned. My mum came round, and we…

Oh dear It’s another day of a very short blog. Today I have spent the entire day in bed with an upset stomach. Lovely. Stomach bug? Food poisoning? Pre-menstrual? Who knows, it’s painful though. I’m blaming food.  I guess that’s what I get for not being home in time to make a proper dinner last…

The train was 22 minutes late  Wake up, kiss at the door, can of Monster.  I’m meeting my dad for a couple of hours today, so I decided to leave the cleaning till this afternoon. There will be loads of time before my husband gets home. I got up and ready, then got a bus…

Sunday scaries I used to get the ‘Sunday scaries’. I wanted to make Sunday last as long as it possibly could, because as soon as you go home, you’ve given in. My poor husband. One more place, one more meal, one more drink. One more of anything that means the weekend doesn’t have to end.…

Clean a bit, rest a bit  It’s the half way mark, and I’ve got the day to myself.  My husband is due back from the Stag do tomorrow lunchtime and I want to make sure he walks into a warm and welcoming home.  In my former life, I really struggled to get my head into…

Hopefully I have more to say today  We’ve had unrelenting rainstorms since 2am. Being on the top floor and underneath a flat roof, it is loud. Really loud. Our roof is also the local hang-out spot for magpies, so as soon as the rain stopped hammering down, the magpies started their morning laps. I gave…

I have nothing to say today. My oven was fixed, I made my husband a cake, I cleaned the bathroom. None of this is interesting. I could try and make it interesting by writing something about how baking for my husband makes me feel useful. Often it does, today it doesn’t.  Frankly, I’m still lost. …

It started so hopefully I’ll start by being honest, I’ve been a bit of a crap Trad Wife today.  The day started as usual, I kissed my husband goodbye at the door, cleaned the kitchen, and pottered a bit. Then, the oven repair man came round and diagnosed the issue, he’ll be back tomorrow between…