I like not working but I am seriously behind on the jobs and now I have this 'addiction' that seems to have replaced work, my website and twitter. My wife I think is finding it curious at the moment, well its only been a few months since they made you redundant and put you on a pension at the ripe old age of 51. His self esteem must be shot to hell. All his friends and contacts came through work, he moved about the country so much he made no real roots and the ones he did have were entangled with his first marriage and when that went tits up (english saying for screwed up). Well, not only did the house go but 20 years of social relationships, bit of a bummer that. 

So how can I begrudge him reaching out to make new contacts.

I am lucky, truly, in that my wife treats me really well. As she says "you're like a kid really, aren't you, you need a mummy". She wanted more than one child and she got two. Except she has left one in charge of the other.

So being someone with a limited attention span, a certain impatience and a constant need to fiddle. I have over the past day completely revamped my website. Not just design but a real over-hall on content, some might come back in a different guise and I have set the seed for some new developments.

Why have I done this, because you have a AD disorder, yes, partly but also because I want some of you b******ds out there to read this, make some comments, tell people about it. I am not pissing in the wind here or is it whistling in the wind and pissing in a river. I am not married to you so you can talk to me sometimes, listen to what I say, give me some attention. Oh shit, there it's happened again. I am the house wife! (see previous posts - archive Housewife)

we all had a lay in today. Fred appears to have moved back into our bedroom having taken up residence on the day bed in the bay window alcove, knew I should have got rid of that.

I am slowly morphing into wifey, remember the post from 16th July 'just then, I become a housewife'. Well today my hardworking hubby, see that, just there I said hubby when she's my wife. Well she brought me breakfast in bed because she has been a bit absent, with all this competitive defense strategy. Not doing bedtimes and generally being overworked. And later she's going to take him swimming so I can have some downtime from the kid. What's amazing, we go to the park, the sand park where all the other working dads go on a Sunday morning and they play with the kids, while wifey sits on and watches, yeah that was us too.

So readers, welcome to the wife blog.

I am also taking advice.

Keeping up a blog is quite hard work. There is so much that happens. I heard Tony Benn (an english MP) talking about his diaries. He kept an account everyday for like 30 plus years.Thats dedication. I am also trying to keep up with twitter. Its like being in a room with a thousand people all talking to you at once. Its the internet on speed, its FB with a coke habit, its opening your door to 100 salesman at once. Its also a place to connect with people who are like minded and to pick up so many tips and interesting things to follow up, once you cleared through the some of the not so good, a bit like going into the garage and finding that stuff you always knew you wanted to keep but you fill up a skip getting to it.

Its also been a bit of a twitter week or two in our household and by that I mean so may things going on. Fred just seems to come out with little gems all the time, I can't catch them all and my wife sums it all up with

Tenderly, as I succumb to having to be up on this particular morning 'you poor thing, you need a housewife to look after you, don't you' strokes me affectionately.

And then there is the 'I love the way you put on perfume instead of showering ' and she means it.

Not forgetting that my wife has also been working on the 'war room' at work, she's not military but has been given a brief to pull tother a counter competitive defense team or something like that. Don't you just love that moment that you realize that as a man with a stay at home position, you can mark that moment you truly become a housewife, as she rattled on and I just got more and more lost. Brains scrambled by corporate talk she turns to me in bed and says 'what would be a good name for the team', what's a tank thats agile and quick, 'scorpion' and 'it has a sting in the tail'. A bit like being a SAHD, you think its a breeze, until that day when your sex changes.