Lenne

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2017-10-11 07:23:02 (UTC)

Nostalgia for being a housewife

This week I have great nostalgia for the last year’s October, when I left job and spent it taking rest at home. What was it a wonder to wake up later in the morning, slowly leaving bed, have this quiet and slow morning, then do some English, spend some time at the Internet or favorite game and then move myself to the kitchen to bring some order to another shelf and to prepare something to eat. Or I could wake up early together with my Mom and go to visit my grandparents with her.
I always tell that I don’t want to be a housewife. It is not the absolute true. The truth is that all of the housewives I knew, for example, my Mom and aunt and my colleague who was a housewife for a couple of years – they all asked for money for their needs their husbands and they all had a moment when those started to give it without a will and giving their orders. If you want new hairstyle it would be as your husband wants. If you bought a skirt he could easily tell you that you won’t ever wear it. Or he can give you money not at all for something. And if you have money of yours you can spent some part of it as you want and the other part can be given to family budget. The one important and upsetting thing is that I spend more when I earn. Instructor will eat this month more than a half of my salary. And I have cosmetologist and dentist. And it is my Birth Day next week, so I need to spend some money for pizza and cakes for the office and I want to have a little celebration at home. And I want to go somewhere at week-end to organize some rest and fun – I need it now. And then I have some more to spend for transport tickets, cigarettes, food… It is pity. But it is true. It is life.
Yesterday’s class with the instructor was very good, by the way. First hour I was just perfect in my point of view, I did everything right from the beginning and without any help. Then though this happy luck left me, but still it was quite Ok for the evening. And he showed me some new ways – roads we hadn’t taken yet. And one moment when we stand on the red light I found myself breathing like a dog after long time running, sweating and tired – Moscow’s roads are not easy for greenies. Well, I have enough time. I will pass it sooner or later.




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