I have a confession to make. I am having an affair, and not just any affair. I am having a love affair. Shush.
Does my husband know? Shrug. He’ll definitely know when he reads this.
The object of my affection is totally dependable and strong. He goes by the name of Superman – a life saver. My life saver.
He helps me with my responsibilities at home. He handles the housework efficiently. He is an expert.
He keeps the dishes, the pots and pans sparkling. The bathroom and the kitchen, spotless. The air, light and clean. The floor, tidy. The laundry, immaculate.
I don’t think I could have done that all in a jiffy.
He stands by me and carries me through rough times. The mother’s tough times. Like he nurses my son’s skinned knees and pesky itches with the gentleness of a mother’s touch. Oh, I love him.
He takes care of me. He makes sure my set of teeth is well-polished. My skin -my feet, my face, every nook and cranny of me, squeaky clean. My breath, fresh.
I feel so loved. I’m all aglow because of him.
Baking soda. I don’t think I can live without it.