As a rule, housewives aren’t allowed to say “no” very often, and even on the rare occasion that we do say “no” it’s usually taken to mean “yes” anyway.
So as a matter of practice, most housewives just don’t ever bother saying “no” to anything. It’s just how we’re programmed. It’s much easier at the time to just go along with things even if it’s not really the best choice for us. It goes with the role of being selfless and self-sacrificing for the greater good, whatever that happens to be at the time. Read the rest of this entry
Don’t you just love, love, love it when you’re having the hardest day ever and then some brave soul offers you the misinformed, entirely useless advice – “You’ll survive – you’re not the only working mother in the world” Read the rest of this entry
Forget squeezing yourself into too-tight lingerie after a hard day’s work.
Forget vacuuming the carpets in a clichéd French maid’s get-up.
Forget bedtime games of doctors and nurses or cowboys and indians when even the kids have downed their weapons for the day.
Yesterday, I discovered the ultimate form of role play Read the rest of this entry
I know housewives everywhere are all dying to have their (hoarse) voices heard but no-one has the balls or the energy to say it out loud. So I’m going to take the liberty and say it for all the ‘Real Housewives of Everywhere’. Read the rest of this entry