Musings of The Lady Heather

Where is the Lone Pine Mall???

Remember the Golden Age of the 50's?

I think that in the heart of hearts, we all long for the days. Where women and men knew their places and did them with fullfilment and pride.



A Perfect Day...

He awakens to the aromas of brewing coffee, bacon, eggs, freshly baked bread, all ready to toasted and served when he comes from his shower. I am already showered, dressed, perfectly made up and hair done, just so. A smile on my face and ready to bring him his breakfast whilst he sips his coffee and games at the computer until time for him to go out the door to work. He can enjoy his breakfast in quiet, no interference, no responsibilities, the kids are sleeping like the little angels they are. I will take care of everything so he can have a great start to his day. All the dishes were done before he even woke up, after all, he wouldn't want to see that it takes effort to cater to him. That would be like having to sit in the working kitchen in a restaurant.

His lunch is packed with 3 Vanilla Cokes, 3 sandwiches with Ranch on one side of the bun and a special mustard on the other side. Pepper Jack cheese and two to three kinds of meat to fill his tummy. A nice sweet roll or 3 for the morning, and a few snacks, like chips and bars. Maybe even a little note telling him we love him and what a great father and provider he is for us and how lucky we are to have such a wonderful and caring man in our lives.

After all, he brings home a pay check! That should be all he should have to do, right?

I kiss him goodbye as he leaves, his morning is complete. Maybe he will want to be "serviced" tomorrow morning, if he isn't too busy with trying to finish a quest.

A mid lunchtime call from his loving family, just to make sure he enjoyed his lunch and knows that he is loved. Oh, the guys wanted to go out to Quiznos, so he ate there, instead, it was only $8 dollars, he should be able to go out when he wants. Hey, these are his friends, he bought lunch for all of them. That's only $24! It feels good to have them really like him for what he can do for them.

Meanwhile, I am cooking and cleaning between lessons with the kids. I make sure the laundry is going and being put away immediately. The dog is walked, the cat box is cleaned, the living room is perfection, and I make sure he has his nightly 3 sodas chilling. Dinner is bubbling away in the crock pot, ready at anytime he gets home. The children are finished with studies and quietly working on art projects or playing educational games on the net. I am sewing and keeping an eye on that bread rising, so it will just come out of the oven when he gets home.

He clocks out and heads on home, after stopping for a Frappalapachino and hey, why not, get one for all the guys in the carpool. What a great guy he is! That's only $22! After all, he brings home a paycheck, he can spend it how ever he wants. Who can put a price on friendship, after all?

By now, I have finished all the chores, the prep dishes are done and put away, the children are outside playing and about to come in for their bath before Daddy gets home. We wouldn't want him to see dirty children. I hurry to change into my pretty clothes, fix my hair and make up, so he can have the beautiful Rockwell greeting when he gets home. He's had a hard day, after all. I have just been home, with the kids. I have it easy compared to him. He brings home a paycheck after all. He works hard to give us all the comforts.

I should be grateful that I can stay home and play with the kids all day long, I can bake, cook, and enjoy the beautiful surroundings that is home. I have a wonderful husband, who brings home a paycheck, what more could I ask for? I have the opportunity to do all the things that a woman can do for her husband and family. Oops, I better get those bills paid, I wouldn't want him to worry about finances and writing all those checks and stress over money.

Maybe I am costing him too much. I should take apart an old dress or two and recombine them for a new look, at no cost. I know he must be tired of seeing me with the same 5 looks. I am just too boring, I should work harder at pleasing him. I could go take a part time job, but that would be too much stress on him to have to watch the kids. I better just be better at clipping coupons and being more inventive with cooking. I could never skimp on his meals, he deserves the best cuts of meat; I would never ask him to make sacrifices of his meals. He brings home the paycheck, he deserves the LION share! It's up to me to just have salad and tell him I am watching my waistline so he is pleased with my body.

Ahhh Daddy arrives home. Just in time, the bread is coming out of the oven as he walks in the door. The children rejoice, waiting patiently for him to come to them, as he might be too exhausted and not want to be given his worship just yet. Oh, wonderful, he is allowing the children to give him hugs and I love yous. Then they disperse til called to dinner. They play quietly in another room.

I ask him if he is hungry yet and when he would like to eat. Does he want to sit with us at the already set table, or enjoy his decompression time at his desk? " Oh, of course honey, we all understand, you work hard to bring home the paycheck, you relax at your desk and enjoy your game, we will give you peace and quiet you need. "

We eat quietly at the table, making sure not to disturb Daddy in the other room. I rush to get the dishes done and put away before distrupting him to fetch his plate and bring him dessert, homemade of course. I usher the children to brush their teeth and present themselves for a kiss good night from Daddy. We wait til he has a moment. I then tuck them into bed and read them a story, in low tones, as not to disturb his concentration. After all, he is trying to level his Palladin tonight.

He needs his time with his friends, they all have this lifestyle, rightly so that their families leave them to their relaxation. After all, they all work hard for the paycheck they bring home.

One of their wives, with just their first child still works and still provides all the required wifely duties. I should really consider that part-time job instead of making sure our children have the proper education. I should contribute something to this household. I have to figure out a way to do it so I don't detract from his lifestyle. He, after all, is the man of the house. His needs are paramount to mine or the children. That is my responsibility to take care of everything else, since he does bring home the paycheck.

I quietly slip into the shower and prepare for bed, after making sure he is satisfied with his meal and has his drink before bed. I am all primped and perfect in my nighty, just in case he is aroused from all his gaming prowess. I should be there, ready to service him, if he so desires.

I am fulfilled being his wife and mother of his children, taking care of their every need, making their lives stress free. That is the role of a woman, to be everything to everyone and smile, for I can.

I wait, patiently, with my tea, reading a ladies' magazine, to see how to be still attractive and bring more to my marriage and family. I better go see if there is anything else he needs. "Sorry to disturb you, Honey. Is there anything I can get for you?" I bring him a refill and then saunter back to bed. That is a woman's place after all.

I lay in bed, making my list for tomorrow. There are meals to plan, lessons to teach, exercise, yardwork, sewing on those dresses and clothes for the kids. I wouldn't think of MY Husband having to have anything but fine store bought clothing, but the kids and I can do with handmade. It makes him so proud to be taken care of, not a worry, except for bringing home that paycheck.

He comes in, obviously tired but aroused. "Lay back Honey, and let me relax you..." Now, fully content in his day, he rolls over with a long awaited, "... mmm that was nice, thank you. Goodnight Dearest." I wait til he is sleeping to brush my teeth and slide quietly back to bed.

I go over in my mind what other things I have to do tomorrow, so that I can give him the home and family he deserves. I am fortunate that he brings home that paycheck, so he can relax and enjoy the fruits of his labor. We owe him everything, there is nothing more satisfying for us than to please him.

I awaken 5 hours later, quietly slipping out of bed, to shower and prepare myself for presentation. I have to make sure everything is started for the meal, incase he is feeling amourous when he awakens. I bring in his clothes and a perfectly made cup of coffee; I gently awaken him.

His day starts again... another perfect day.