What Sort Of Wife Are You?

I have been thinking a lot about the TV show Kath and Kim recently.  I have no idea why.  (Actually, now I think about it, I do know why. It's because Julia Gillard reminds me of Kath and Julia seems to be everywhere in the media at present.)  Anyway, digressing, so back to Kath and Kim.  My favourite all time Kath and Kim line went something like this.

Kath:  You aren't a very good wife Kim.

Kim:  Mum, I can be all the types of wife.  Stepford, trophy, house and fish.

(It may not have gone exactly as written above - I have tried googling it and can't find the quote anywhere. Random googling of Kath and Kim produces funny results if you are in need of time wasting techniques.)

Now I would never meet trophy wife criteria, however I do seem to switch between being a Stepford wife and a fish wife fairly rapidly.

Some days I am cruising along with a lovely clean house, well behaved kids and a super stylish wardrobe.  This may happen more often in my mind than it does in real life. (A wife's got to dream you know.)

Other days I am smack bang in the middle of fishwife territory.  Daggy trackies, ugg boots, a chaotic house and a voice that screeches like some sort of crazed cockatoo.

As for the house wife criteria - that's a constant.

I'm intrigued though - am I the only wife (or partner or mother) out there who is a chameleon wife?  Or are you just a foxymoron on a daily basis?

A Stepford Wife Grew These.

(Big apologies to all my international readers. The above will make no sense and I promise I will return to more farm-like stuff soon.  There is a lot of mud here at present - I sense some photos of bogged tractors any day now.)