Desperate Anglo Housewives : Bordeaux > she's back and dating in her 50s

Where reality meets fantasy... This will not be an altruistic, new year's rant. Promise. I have found myself slipping rather too happily into "holiday mode"... Sleeping in later than 7am  Reading in bed until 10 with steaming mug after mug of tea  Shocking my French husband's sense of "perfect wifely fashion" with my sagging grey sweat-pants. Yes, even went for the newspaper in them....noticed that there are no head turns for elegance and poised dress but definite turbo turns for sweat pants in public...ah, vive la France!! Leisurely bacon and eggs with the papers instead of healthy muesli shovelled down at top speed No work, no students, no marking, No talking, limited serious conversation Another glass of Sauvignon Blanc Not quite ready to detatch myself from this perfectly relaxing mode. Yesterday I put my business diary out on the kitchen table to remind myself that reality awaits. It's next year tomorrow and back to work next week. I...

.....breaking into the new year. A depserateanglohousewife's way. Our society, regardless of women's growth, is masculine. Don't stop reading!! This is not a feminist rant!!!!! We seem to be continuously striving to win, to be the best, to be super slim with zero wrinkles, to earn the most money possible, to have a bigger car, to "upgrade" relentlessly, to get to "the top" ( just where is that on the map?)...ultimate success being measured by the degree of $$$$ rather than inner happiness. The money scale in itself is a male instrument. How many are we to have set up lists of incredible resolutions only to have them whittled away by procrastination, family obligations, work demands, and lack of time and energy.   There I am almost every January 1st, full of intention...I sleep in thereby putting off new 2  lap sprint around Jardin Public. My children are starving and need feeding...I eat a bowl of comfort Carbonnara Pasta with them, then anothe...