So, The Warr and I moved into our very first home together about three weeks ago. Being a newly wed wife - I have done my utmost to try and prove myself as a wonderful wifely domestic goddess with just a dash of seductress. You know the kind I'm talking about - those ones with the gourmet meals, the washing/cleaning/ironing sorted, the bedecked tables and the baked cupcakes on the side - all whilst donning some kind of fancy-brand apron, red lippy, underwear and heels.
Last night I set about boiling some eggs for us -
Now, the 2 out of 4 egg boiling success rate wouldn't be such a problem if it was not combined with the previous night's domestic encounters:
*Warren arrives home*
indieBerries: You'll never guess how amazing and house-wifely I've been! I've chopped up some vegetables for dinner, I've done some ironing, a workout AND, I've put on a load of laundry! *silently smiles and pats self on back for own awesomeness*
The Warr: Wow! I'm SO impressed! *silently smiles and pats self on back for marrying so well*
indieBerries: Well the washing is still going to be a while - so let's eat this "GOURMET MEAL" I'VE PREPARED!
*Dinner finishes - Warren goes to get the clothes out of the washing machine*
The Warr: Wow - this washing is really dry.
indieBerries: Perfect! Everything is just perfect! I'm WONDERFUL!
The Warr: No, but like... it's really dry.
indieBerries: ok. Excellent! We don't need to hang it then!
The Warr: No. It's like really, really dry - and also - warm. What exactly did you do?
indieBerries: Well, I put the clothes into the drum. Then I poured liquid detergent all over them in the drum. Then I pushed start. Is that not how it works?
*Warren starts the slow clap and LOL*
I loaded our dirty laundry into the washing machine - added a crap-ton of liquid washing detergent and fabric softener to all the clothes and then set it to tumble-dry.
Total housewife: Tick.
If you are bored today and would like to read more about my misadventures in domesticity - you can read the one about the vacuum cleaner, the one about the steaming bean-piles or the one about the washing machine.
But now, if you'll excuse me -
I have some of Warren's shirts to burn.