My Wife...

My Self...

As I was staggering, um...walking around the hood the other night, jammin to my music...and listening to my stomach grow in time to the beat, I had an interesting thought.

I wish I had a microwave.

I don't have one, and my excuse has always been, because my grandmother and my mother don't have one...I don't need one. But, I was feeling so very hungry and out of energy that I thought I might like to get a pile of Lean Cuisine and have them for myself for dinners...that way, it would be like someone was cooking for me. Now I know it's not a good idea to stuff my body with all this processed food, especially after I have been working so hard to get in shape...But, wouldn't it feel good to have a warm meal waiting for you when you get home? (at some point it would be nice to have someone meet me at the door with a martini in hand as well...but not necessary) Or just someone wanting to cook for you? Nurture you with food...and perhaps ask you about your day?

I mean, you are talking to the woman who prepares the auto-coffee maker the night before so as to have coffee ready at a certain time the next morning...and I have been known to leap out of bed and do a happy dance around the kitchen...feeling so very loved because apparently the coffee fairy visited and made me a cuppa (Yes...I realize that I prepared it, and I've since switched to decaf, but I still smile when the little things are done for me)

And, last night...as I gratefully took the night off from my PM walk (I needed a little break) I laughed out loud at this bottle of wine I stumbled across at CostPlus...

Mad Housewife...Cabernet Sauvignon (2005) The Description is as follows:

Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room.
Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys.
This is your time.
Time to enjoy a moment to yourself.
A moment without madness.
The dishes can wait.
Dinner be damned.
Mad Housewife Cabernet Sauvignon.

I had to buy it...because I love a Cab. and I snorted so much in the aisle, I figured I owed it to myself.

I've been a wife...and a darned good one. I love to bake and cook and nurture, I love to ask someone about their day, and then listen to them. But maybe, just maybe...

I need a wife.

Or perhaps I need to make frozen dinners that can be easily reheated for myself during the week...

One's that can be made in the oven and enjoyed with a glass of Cab.

Now, if I could only get the cat to dress up in an apron and learn how to mix a drink...