Playing The Housewife

          Playing The Housewife

Lilly walked into the back room and saw that my eyes were glued to the screen, “Jay! Where’s Lacy? What are you doing? You’re supposed to be feeding her…”

“Uhmmm,” Which was followed by a long silence as I contemplated what movie to steal…I mean what movie to download next from PirateBay. Without ungluing my eyes from the screen I mumbled, “Uhm…yeah, I am.”

“Well where is she?”

“She’s in there eating.”

“…….You know, I can’t even feed her anymore, and you don’t even hold her when she eats. That’s lame.” After six months, Lilly stopped nursing her. Because she works, she is only able to nurse a few times a day. And this month she will be gone for a couple weeks due to business trips and after work meetings. So it’s just time to stop nursing.



Some time later…..

“Jaaay, where are you!”

“I’m multi-tasking!” I call out from the laundry room as I repetitively folded the endless stacks of freshly sanitized puke rags.

“Multtasking?!”

“Yeah. I’m folding the laundry while I’m feeding the baby.”

“Feeding shit! You’re not feeding her, nobody is feeding her!”

“Sure I am, look at her, she’s eating!” This conversation is carried out from opposite ends of the house. If the neighbors were listening they might think we were really yelling at each other. Okay well, Lilly was really yelling at someone, I was merely talking very loudly so she could hear me. Depends on how you look at it I suppose.

I tracked down the loud female voice, which was emanating from the living room, and began to explain myself to it’s producer, I mean give my defense. “See, while she sits here and eats, I can get stuff done around the house.” Lilly just glares at me, “Hey, I’m just trying to better fit into this role I’m supposed to be playing.”

“What role is that?”

“You know, I’m playing the housewife…..so I’m doing my best to act like one. Multitasking and all that jazz.”

Bearing witness to, or experiencing first hand a traumatic event can often leave an individual dazed and full of adrenaline. Thinking back on such traumatizing occasions often prove fruitless, as the natural high leaves ones memory blank. As a result, I cannot recall the events that transpired next.