Here it is 5:30 a.m. and I have been up for an hour and a half. I already have a nice beef roast in the oven. Soon I will be adding carrots and potatoes. Hey, I never said I wasn’t just a tad crazy!
Actually there is a method to my madness. First of all, I want to get it all cooked while it is still cool outside. Then I can just reheat it later.
Secondly, I thought my husband would enjoy a nice meal. I have been off work for the past 4 days, but have not actually cooked much. I need to impress DH with my homemaker abilities, so that he can see how wonderful it would be to have me home all day…
As he brings the freshly-ironed linen napkin to his mouth after enjoying that moist, tender, onion-flavored beef, he raises his crystal champagne flute into the air, “My darling,” he says, “That was a fine meal. I know how much you love your job, but I really think your true talent is in the home. I hope I don’t upset you, but I really must insist that you give a two-week notice when you return to work on Monday.”
My hand flies over my chest as I feign a look of stricken surprise. "You know I love you, but, please, oh please, DON'T take my job!"
He pulls my flushed face to his and passes those champagne-infused lips across mine. "Well, OK,", I say, "You know I only live to make you happy."
....................Oh, sorry, I just lapsed into a daydream there.
They just don’t make men like they used to.
3 years ago
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Oh Zoey! I can SO relate to this fantasy.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately you will probably convince your husband that you are quite capable of doing it all!
Isn't that the truth, Sabine! Maybe I need to reverse direction, no cooking, no cleaning because I just can't find the time to do it all........hmmmmmmmm......that's something to consider.
ReplyDeleteHmmm...you are off from work and making dinner at 5 am. Wow-more power to ya!
ReplyDeleteI have daydreams like yours sometimes, but it's more like, what kind of jewelry or other frivolous thing I may want.
Mealtimes in my house are more like scenes from Fried Green Tomatoes where hubby comes in takes the plate of food and wanders over to eat in front of the television. LOL But I too have daydreams of romance over a finely set table.
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