A conservative household

"Oh, my God": I think to myself. This place is a mess. I look around and see the cushions lying on the ground, food all over the table and worst of all, my hair is a complete mess. The house would have been dead silent if it weren't for the radiator that switched on and off once in a while. I sit down and realize he has only been away for a few a hours. "Tick", there you have the radiator. The minutes drip away and I think about what I could do. Stroll around some more? I don't know... seems boring. I am fucked either way. And why would I even care? I seem to be some kind of 'stay at home-wife'. The only thing that I do during the day is sit on the couch, maybe go outside and get some food and then back inside again. Is this what I am supposed to my whole life? I snicker and shake my head. Ha, like I care. I hear his car, the motor shutting off, and then the door. I jump on the counter to watch him walk to the front door and I lick my paw. What a life.