My husband has got used to cereal for breakfast.
I can't remember the last time it was me who put the rubbish out....
K does a lot more housework than the average (or stereotype anyway) Japanese husband.
I am only the first one out of bed on weekends...
I believe in giving my vacuum cleaner generous R&R breaks between workouts.
But even with all those black marks against my name I think I'm a good wife.
Hell, today I think I'm a fabulous wife.
Not only did I make K his lunch (including my new invention- the egg poach/fried on top of the rashers of bacon so it all melds together) and pack it in completely disposable containers (including chopsticks, wipe and snack) because for some unknown reason the same guy who is forever grateful to take a home packed lunch on the train to Tokyo (and miss out on the exotic delicacies available at Tokyo station department store food courts- what a waste!) would be mortified at having to carry the empty box home again- whatever, but I also managed to be very polite when I called 5 minutes after he left to inform him his lunch was still sitting in the genkan where I had placed it (thinking naively that he would notice the unusual package with clearly visible mandarin in it, remember that he'd asked for a packed lunch and put two and two together, but no) offered to deliver it to work and then stood out on the kerb so he wouldn't have to get out of the car when he said no, he'd come back for it.
That's right. I was out in my PJs, snow jacket, beanie and snow boots, trying to keep my back to the wind as squalls of snow were coming at me from all directions with one hand stuffed in my pocket and the other freezing to death holding K's lunch waiting for him to drive up so I could pop it through the passenger side window.
I even smiled and said 'drive safely'.
And that's why I'm a good wife and have rewarded myself with a morning of coffee, cookies and sitting in front of the fire wasting time on the internet.
Of course a really good wife would be polishing the floors or at least putting away the dishes or something but hey, I've gotta pace myself...