After taking Monday off of work (agency summer day), I spent the entire day like a housewife. Or at least, how I think a housewife would spend her day: Running errands, preparing meals, keeping up the house and of course, keeping up myself.
After just one day, I've come to the conclusion.........um, yes! Sign me up!
Working............totally overrated. My graduate degree? meh. I'm still waiting for my gross income to out weigh my net student loan debt. Any old time that piece of paper would like to pay for itself would be great.
Probably shouldn't have gone into advertising.....(but I like the perks)
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My legit "Playing House" day went like this:
6:30 a.m. Wake up with Tafty and get Starbucks.
Even when I don't have to get up with Tafty in the morning, I do, because I like getting coffee with him. It's our thing. It's the only real time we get to spend together in the morning, and it's the first thing we do when we wake up (besides brush our teeth). I'm always a royal wreck when we pop into Starbucks. The few times we don't get coffee, I'll hit it up on my way to work, and the baristas don't even recognize me with combed hair and makeup. It isn't til after I order my drink (triple nonfat mocha no whip), do they do a double take and apologize. It's that bad. But I live in L.A., and we're allowed to be sloppy in LA. Even the celebs are sloppy.
Hilary Duff is a pretty good representation of what I look like at 6:30 a.m.
7:00 a.m. Shower. Make a quick HEALTHY breakfast and packed lunch for Tafty. Do a load of laundry. Organize closet a little.
Okay, 1) I NEVER make breakfast let alone pack a lunch for Tafty. I would like to because he makes poor choices throughout the day, but who has time for that? Answer: HOUSEWIFE. I even got him to take a vitamin. My husband would be so healthy if I stayed home.
2) Turns out laundry is super easy to do when you're not jockeying for the washer. Wouldn't you know, it was completely free and open on a Monday morning.
3) My closet.....a constant WIP. A while back, I decided that in order to fill my closet with beautiful clothes, I should create a space that will attract such things. I've been organizing and reorganizing my closet ever since. I've done everything from replacing my plastic hangers with beautiful dark wood hangers, making sure that everything is up to par as far as standing condition (dry cleaning, fixing shoes, taking clothes to the tailor, etc) and of course getting rid of any and all items that I absolutely don't love (this is an ongoing exercise).
10:00 a.m. Errands. Get quarters to finish laundry. The tailor. Anniversary card for brother/sister-in-law.
Recently I reached out to my mother-in-law to to get a list of all family important dates. Dates and/or remembering dates are not Tafty's strengths. Cores of competencies, really. We've (me by association which is BS) have more than once pissed off the family by forgetting a birthday...or two...more like three or four. I would really like to be on top of that, but who has time to remember your in-laws birthdays/anniversaries? Answer: HOUSEWIFE.
11:00 a.m. Beach.
Going to the beach at 11am is always something I strive to do on the weekends but never happens. Usually because we don't get up or moving until around that time. Late nights = late mornings.
1:00 p.m. Mani/pedi.
Getting a quality mani/pedi in a legitimate establishment (i.e. they don't do fills) is my passion in life. Glamour magazine...Allure, hire me to do that. That would be my dream job.
As it turns out, West L.A. is completely deficient in cute mani/pedi places. Most of them are churn and burn sweat shops with absolutely little to no ambiance, amenities or hospitality.
Currently, my favorite mani/pedi places in LA are Mani Pedi Cutie in Hermosa and Bellacures in Beverly Hills.
Mani Pedi Cutie not only does the whole champagne thing, but is completely devoid of massage chairs.
My absolute favorite touch in the whole salon is that each manicure station has an ultrasonic jewelry cleaner positioned next to it. So simple. So genius. You can take your rings off during your mani, have them cleaned and in direct eye sight. I don't let anyone clean my ring unless it's myself or my jeweler. But sitting right next to the machine, I was completely at ease. Also, on weekends, the owner serves beer and broadcasts "the game" for all her male clients. Again, so genius.
Anyways, finding a place in West L.A. for nails. Although I try to avoid Main Street (it's full of UCLA students and tourists and agency people who play softball), I thought I'd try this newer place, Deluxe Nail Bar, I had found through exhaustive Santa Monica mani/pedi Google searches.
It was pretty nice. No champagne, but not bad for West L.A. I was fully expecting to pay $50 and change for my mani/pedi, but as it turns out.....Deluxe runs a special during the weekdays. Yeah, $25 mani/pedi. OMG. Who knew there were happy hour mani discounts during the middle of the day? Answer: HOUSEWIFE.
Do you know how much $$$ I could save on manicures by staying at home? Bloomberg should update their "Should My Spouse Work?" calculator and add a special line item for mani/pedi happy hour.
2:00 p.m. Done.
By 2:00 p.m, I had already accomplished everything I had set out to do that day. The rest of my day was filled with misc errands (turns out if you're a housewife you have enough time to make it to Bed, Bath & Beyond. I even remembered to bring the 20% off coupon), chores and correspondence. I even made dinner. Not from scratch or anything crazy, but I used the stove and boiled something. So, that counts.
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I definitely could get use to this life. I'd even let Bravo follow me around with cameras.
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