Superwoman

This week I’ve found in the Internet an article which describes some of my impotence on changing some facts in my life. You can read it here.

I was raised by my parents. Both have always underlined the fact of being a good housewife. I must have time to cook, to clean (ya… to iron too, blarg), etc, as other women. We can not forget that I work all day (besides the housewife job) and usually I bring extra work that must be done at home. But the problem is the time… time is never enough to do everything.

I already have tried to do a strike for a help on the regular home tasks. But… I can not count with the neighbors; it must be me to do the entire job. I already have requested help to my guy on the weekends. Some few times my request was completely neglected and he says “you need to relax.” Of course… the next hours were passed in bed doing something again and again which makes me falling asleep until 4 p.m. When my mum calls, she’s astonished because I’ve not made lunch and I still sleeping. Oh mum… it’s so hard to explain!

Other times he says “I’ve brougth to much work!” and here I go doing everything alone. But he forgot that I also had brought work. Last weekend he was the most helpful guy. When he wants he is very helpful. Unfortunately I think this is one situation on one thousand.

I’m not complaining… I was raised to be a housewife but… I do not have time for everything. And like me there are thousand of women. If men want their wives smiley with a good mood and time to be in bed, they must help them on everything they can. Do not get surprised if she rejects you or she’s always with a headache.

Tedious Hobby

Another weekend… another boring task. I always do a special boring task each Sunday morning. You are wondering what I do, instead of being in bed, delighting a beautiful and peaceful morning thinking about on having some fun after someone’s wake-up.

Indeed, it’s a real psychological torture those mornings. I never liked to stand to much time ironing. Some time ago, I only had a pair of bed sheets, two pants, a pajama and a few shirts for ironing. Today, I really need to have patience for ironing.

Here I am looking to the laundry basket… a towel… a gray shirt… a pants… a gray shirt… a blue shirt… a gray shirt, another grey shirt… a bed sheet, two bed sheets…

Yes… I’ve almost done, finally… my pajama, my pants, my towel… another grey shirt and another and another… all grays. I observe the laundry basket becoming empty, but there is always a f*cking gray shirt there. What a desperately tedious task! No wonder my mother always said “if you like it, buy two but in different colors.” Thanks’ mum, I’ll never forget that.