THE GREAT INDOORS

I’ve done the washing, I’ve done the vacuuming, I’ve scrubbed the kitchen floors. I’ve grabbed the newspaper and vinegar and polished the windows and doors. I‘ve made the bed, the baby’s been fed, now it’s time for the coffee pot.

Sipping a mug of coffee, I have a crafty smoke, whilst standing amidst the tranquillity of my back garden. The morning has now gone, and the afternoon awaits.

As I step back through the door, I hear the baby cry, she’s clearly not too happy, but I need the reason why. On picking her up, she grins and gurgles, as I capture her eye. It’s just the call for playtime, she requests my full attention, while on the play mat. I lift my head to look at the clock, an hour and a half has slipped by.

I position myself at the computer and check my email. The internet is a wonderful source, a window to the outside world. I surf the retail websites and the clothes I can’t afford, and speaking of clothes, that wash I put on earlier is ready to unload.

Before I know, its’ five o’clock, the day has come to an end. Darkness is a-creeping as winter unfolds and the days are shorter. Reaching out for the lamp, I shed some light on the subject. Swiftly I make my way to the kitchen, smacking my lips with tasty thoughts of dinner. I cook something satisfying, who cares about being thinner.

I hear a car pull into the drive, my better half emerges, another dollar earned. This is a moment in the life of a housewife, tomorrow starts a brand new day. Just mummy, Disney T.V., and baby makes three. We wouldn’t have it any other way!