Is there a little Gaby in all of us SAHM?
Gabrielle Solis of Desperate Housewife. A former international model, married to a wealthy man named Carlos. Very high maintenance who live to look good, better and at her BEST at all times.
And then she had two kids and Carlos went blind. Now they are no longer wealthy. What do you do when your hubs is blind and you are forced to care for your two kids, do household chores and EVERYTHING by yourself? Can you still look your very best? With bills piling up like a mountain, there is no way or time for her to pamper herself. Alas, Gaby now looks just like one of us SAHM. With that, her self-esteem goes down the drain.
But recently, she got the shocking news that Carlos’ eyesight can be restored with just one operation. Happy? Yes, she is. But in that happiness, she was also sad that the moment Carlos regained his eyesight, the first thing he is going to see is her down-graded self. That triggered the panic button. She exercises 24/7 and forces her kids to go on diet with her as she finds it difficult to eat healthy while her kids are enjoying ‘sinful’ food in front of her.
But all things must have a happy ending. Before Carlos even regained his eyesight, he assures Gaby that he married her not for her outer beauty but for her inner shine. Now.. doesn’t that melt all you viewers out there?
What’s my point here? My point here is, the moment I became a SAHM, I told myself NOT to fall into the housewife trap. Do not let me auntify myself. Must keep up with my appearances no matter what and stay up to date with the current trend. And then, day in day out, I found out that all my appearances are only for the four walls in my house. With the never-ending household chores and all, an over-sized tee and a pair of auntie pants are the most comfy to wear. Slowly but surely I ‘slipped’ into the housewife trap unknowingly.
Sleep deprivation makes me eat more. Then there is the little moment of peace at night when the little one’s asleep and I get to enjoy an hour of my favourite tv show. What better way to enjoy a show than to munch on some tit bits?
But then, once in a while, I received invitations for some grand wedding dinners or other affairs. Then, the panic button triggered. I started to exercise real hard, watch what I eat and do whatever possible to look my best on the said day. Often enough, it never work. Of course it wont work, I’ve let myself degrade too much that it is difficult to suddenly pick up the pace and look good.
But watching that particular episode of Desperate Housewife really knocks me hard on my head. Sure, Darling still loves me no matter what (so he says). But I now know that the world is not blind. There are so many pairs of eyes looking at me no matter where I am, what I do. I shall climb out of this trap that I’ve fallen deeply into. I’ll try to keep up with my appearance once again before I really come to that auntie age where nothing much can seriously be done…
Now, if only all bloggers out there stop tempting me with such wonderful food blogs, life will be so much easier! :D