Breenspiration
Losing my job has finally taken its toll on me. But then, I’m looking at the brighter side of it. Like, I get to sleep more; run more; think more; and of course, do household work more. Housekeeping seems to be the most demeaning job a woman could get, or at least for some people. Perhaps it means that their career is over. Although my career is not over, I’m taking this as the most excruciating and harder than law school challenge. Oh yeah, I could ship my ass to law school next semester just to avoid chores.
Again, it’s not that I could not be domesticated, but it’s just that the idea of doing it over and over and over and over and over again kills me. Again, not the process but the thought of it. It keeps me from being a wife and a mother. But hey, look at me I’m doing everything without being a wife or a mother. It’s a simple work, I know. But for me, it’s the monumental task of all time.
Since, I will probably kill time for quiet some time, I think I have a new inspiration: BREE VAN DE KAMP
Yes, I want to be her. I know, she is uptight and all that. But, have you seen her home in Desperate Housewives? I want to be one of those Stepford wives. Scary clean, prim and proper. Seriously? Am I mocking myself? Hey, I girl has to aspire sometimes. I know, she’s way out of my league. She’s far from being laid back and all that. But then, I want to bake muffins, cookies, cakes, etc. I want to have a sweet smelling home and prepare a five course dinner.
I don’t know how would I ever do that. Have you seen my room? Hahahaha! When could I ever be a Bree? I can’t even concentrate without chaos. But still, I want to be Bree. It’s a vain idea, but I want to be Bree.
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