Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Trophy Wife

Did you know I'm a trophy wife?

Unfortunately, Studmuffin hasn't caught on. Didn't he realize that my aspirations were to grow up and be a trophy wife? I had fantasies of sitting in my lovely appointed home where I would do nothing but read books, meet with my masseuse and personal trainer and lay around and eat bon-bons...Apparently Studmuffin is unaware of this fantasy. Surely if he realized this I would not be working. Surely I would not be hauling buckets of water out my front door instead of simply lifting the drain. Surely I would not have chapped hands from washing all of our dishes by hand? Of course, my hands are also chapped from having to wash my hands so much at work....

Which brings me around once again to my point: Surely a trophy wife is not going to work 4 days a week?

Today I'm pretending I'm a trophy wife: I slept all the way until 7. Then, I watched the news IN BED until 8:30. Since then I've been wandering around the house, in my pajamas, moving clutter about, but not putting anything away, and sipping coffee. So here it is, 11:30, and I've decided I can get used to this.

My goal for today: Live off of coffee and chocolate chip cookies...

I could totally get used to this.

Side note: Do you think my family will fall in with this plan and just feed themselves, with no questions?

Yeah. Me neither.


Jaime Kubik said...

Ahh, but a girl can dream, can't she?

thelumberjackswife said...

Yes. Maybe I should be a trophy wife, too!

Southern Gal said...

My boys would starve. Plain and simple.

mindy@thesuburbanlife said...

Oh, I'm totally a trophy wife! Well, the hard-working, frizzy-haired, puky shirted kind. But I work it. =)