House Wife

I am married to my house. 

Each morning I wake up and it wants me. It uses me. It relies on me.

Day in

Day out

Always the same.

Vacuum  Dust  Mop  Scrub  Dishes  Clothes  Bed

Always more, it never ends.

I need it and it needs me.

In sickness and in health, till death do I succumb.

It feeds my insanity.

The endless walls, the endless grime, the endless work.

I am considering divorce. 

A loveless marriage, an arranged marriage, yet I can't give it up.

I am a House Wife... I think I must consider an affair in order to maintain my mental health.

I wanna be like Mike...

I'm inspired by Mike's return to the blogging scene and thought maybe I'd give it another whirl.

Facebook just doesn't give the same sense of accomplishment. 

Been a big couple of years.

I just re-read my last post and realised it wasn't a particularly positive one to end on.

Things have changed... oh yes they have.

Two years ago I was a bit lonely. 

A bit lost, looking for something or someone.

Two years ago I was busy. 

Going out, staying out, rocking out, playing up.

Two years ago I was bored.

Work, study, work, study, drink, drink, drink. 

Two years on and life is full.

Full of a daughter, husband (to be), music, laughter, games, baby talk, friends, still rocking out

and love. 

So much love.

It just keeps getting better and harder and easier and lovelier and more rocking all the time. 

x