Math, I have always been good at it but seemed to have forgotten the basic premise… even the little things add up to make the sum larger. That is exactly what has happened to me and my ‘secret life’ lately.
Last week found me doing more work around the house in preparation for family members gathering at our house for Easter dinner on Sunday. Now I have gotten into the habit of being pretty thorough in my cleaning; having divided up chores into daily and weekly routines so that the work is spread out over several days. So there really shouldn’t be too much more I had to do to prep the house for guests. But this being a big family gathering meant getting out the good china dishes and making sure the silverware was spotless, the tablecloth ironed, and the napkins pressed and folded.
I had told Linda that I was planning on spending Friday doing the extra duties and leaving the last minute cleaning stuff until Saturday. Normally when cleaning I like to wear one of my utility maid’s dresses (not the sexy French maid uniform) like the one on the top of my blog. Friday I decided to wear my black dress with hose and heels. I even put on a little makeup and styled my hair into a cute feminine style. I don’t usually go to this much work because I know that I am going to get sweaty and dirty while cleaning. But since that day was going to be spend mostly ironing and getting the dishes ready, I decided that it would be a good day to dress completely as Bev. I had been at it for nearly two hours when I heard a knock on the side door followed by the sounds of the door opening and someone calling out ‘hello’. I was in the laundry room and couldn’t make out who it was. Frightened by the thought of someone seeing me dressed like that I remained silent and listened for whatever was to come. Another hello followed with my name being called announced that the visitor was Linda’s sister and she was dropping off something for Sunday. I knew that I couldn’t keep hiding in there so I took a deep breath and stepped out. There stood Julie with a smile on her face that told me she wasn’t surprised by my appearance.
“I was wondering when I was going to meet
On Sunday Linda allowed me to wear male clothing but insisted that I wear a bra under my shirt. I picked out a plaid shirt to help disguise the bra lines, but it did little to hide the slight mounds protruding in the front. When Linda’s mother arrived I was in the kitchen cooking, and wearing one of the aprons she had given me on my last visit. All three gift aprons had been quite frilly but I had picked out the least frilly of the lot. Still, it was orange with lots of lace around the pockets. She came over to give me a hug. I felt her hands on my back and shoulders and knew she was discovering the telltale lines of my bra. Her hands almost traced the outline of the bra straps to the mid-back fastener. She slowly pulled away with a puzzled look that quickly turned to recognition and a smile.
I served the dinner, endured the complements on the beautifully presented table and meal which Linda quickly gave me full credit, then cleared the table after the meal while the family sat and relaxed at the table. My brother-in-law joked about what a good wife I was as I just blushed and Julie, Linda, and her mother smiled. Without Linda telling her, her mother had added all of the pieces up and knew just how true that statement was… I really was a good wife.