Working Gal

06-08-2010 Tuesday

The work never stops whether it is in the office or at home. Is this really what it's like to be a wife to someone? Ok, we're not married or anything but of course, living together means I get a glimpse of what my life would be if ever we will get married, and to be totally honest, I'm not liking it.

We both go to work, he works during the day which is the usual of course, while I work graveyard and I don't really hate graveyard shift before but now, thinking how inconvenient it is for me when it gets in the way of me trying to get work done in the morning, it makes me wish I have a regular day job as well.

I thought cooking is gonna be the hardest part.. I was wrong. Everything is hard. I should've thought of which one will be the easy part because the rest sucks. People tell me that I'm still trying to adjust to the changes of living with someone and being away from the parent who has taken care of me ever since, although I could agree with them, there's a part, a big part, inside my head that tells me this is not how it's supposed to be.

I'm not spoiled, neither was I pampered too much at home, it's just that, being a working gal is tiring enough that I wanna envision home as a place where I can do nothing but lie down in a comfy bed and sleep, then wake up to a ready to eat meal. It would've been different if I will just stay at home to take care of everything or if I have a day job.

Here I go again, putting the blame on anything and anyone but me. I know that for some people the things that I'm doing are basically normal stuff that every woman with a partner does. My colleague Elaine lives with her boyfriend as well and she seems okay with everything. She goes to work, does render overtime and whenever I text her for advice on cooking, she replies fast, it's like she never sleeps during the day but still, she looks like she has enough energy to still do more. It's not about age, that I know, she's just a year older than me.

So what is it then? Am I the only one whose not used to doing the laundry, going to the market to buy food, cooking and working graveyard all in a span of 24 hours? 24 hours seemed not enough to me lately. I barely have time to close my eyes to sleep and when I do, some idiot kid would break the peacefulness with an annoying scream.

I'd rather be in the office all day, than be a housewife in the future. Now that I'm experiencing, let's say, half of it, it makes me not want to be like that someday. It's not fun to cook meals, I get hungry even before it gets cooked and ready to eat. It's not fun to do the laundry, if you can just see my hands right now, it's peeling so bad. It's not fun to always have to think of what to cook tomorrow and the next day and the next, because it's the more I realize how dumb I am when it comes to preparing a meal.

The fun part? I dunno. You tell me.

Labels: Blumentritt, cook, housemate, housewife, living together, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 3:01 AM