My day, my life. I am a wife.
Today I cleaned, did laundry, took my bf's clothes to the dry cleaner, ran food over to my bf's office, went to the personal trainer and made sure our dog isn't going to die from the stomach bug that killed our last rug.
Replace BF with husband and dog with kid and you have a 45 year old housewife on your hands.
I even wore cute work out clothes and makeup all day. Around here that is the soccer mom uniform.
To make things worse I am finally relaxing, what do I do? I turn on an old black and white Audrey Hepburn movie and contemplate running a bath.
A year and a half ago I was lucky to get up by 10AM and make it to breakfast at Denny's since that's all i could afford; I was in college.
I barely kept myself alive, much less a "family."
Here I am, I am my mother.
Things happened quickly. Most people get to transition into this life but I met a wonderful man who is 30 but actually 45.
I wouldn't go back to 25 for anything, I love my life.
Waiting to say yes to the man I love, my basically husband.
All I got to say is "waiting on a woman, my ass."
#nopresurebro #hopehedoesntreadthis