I’ve started my new job, and all seems well. So far my take on the new job is that it is cold. Extremely cold; possibly as cold as 16C. I am thinking that a space heater is in order. Unaware of the complete lack of heat, today I wore a button up t-shirt; that was a bad decision.

On my way home from work today I was stalled by two seperate automobile accidents, and one train. A 20 minute voyage drug out to nearly 1 and a half hours. I was unimpressed.

This all has me missing being a stay at home wife. For an entire week my sole responsibility was taking care of my dogs and my wife. Was it a little boring? Yes. Do I miss it? Yes. There is definately something to be said for being a housewife. Sadly we do in fact have a house, and I am obligated to work in order to pay for it.

I wake up every morning and head out into the cold to walk my dogs. Then I sit in my cold office and work all day. Then I drive home through insane traffic so that I can once again head out into the cold and walk my dogs. It’s strange, the things I’m willing to do for money. I liked cooking my wife her lunch and dinner. I liked napping in the morning, and working in the afternoon. I liked not having to commute to work.

In the face of this adversity I realize that I just have to trudge on. Soon, all of the things I hate become routine again. Soon I will be working late, meeting tight deadlines; doing something worthwhile. Soon all of this will just be a part of my day. For now I’m cold and tired. Boourns to the real world. I want to be a housewife.