Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
The husband’s rapid fall in to undomesticated bliss is a result of living the life of an expat for sure. The transition was easy and his enthusiasm in hiring a maid, driver and gardener had me a little worried. Just what was I going to nag him about if all our chores were being taken care of?
Married bliss ensued during those early months of hired help as my nagging along with the petty bickering disappeared. Gone were the relentless daily chores and the resentment I felt towards the husband not following my well-planned-out household rota. No longer did we spend our weekends grocery-shopping, mowing the lawn, vacuuming and cleaning the loo.
Instead we explored our exciting new country, Googling what’s on, where to go, which restaurant and hitting all the major tourist spots along the way. Every weekend rolled out like a holiday full of new adventures and fun. We didn’t give the Flash or the Pledge a second thought!
Our children flourished in their new stress-free environment without me barking orders at them and even the dog had chilled out. Dare I say the husband had improved our family dynamics and life was good … but as we all know, all good things must come to an end.
That happened the day the husband bought a pair of ... running shoes.
