Holiday of a housewife

All my life i had dreamt of a life after wedding, the life as a house wife. All your life right from the time your born you seem to be taking a great deal effort to do a lot of things, drink milk try to berp, incase you dont your mother will shake you up and down to make sure you do. When you are little old you make any effort to start walking,talking, then go to school try to study, grow up, go to high school pass out and go to college, try to get that cute guy to like you plus try to get a good grade so that you can make it to that top B school, study hard, make presentations, get placed, work,work and one fine day the man of your life comes into your life and sweeps you off your feet. Marries you and takes you through the journey of bliss, romance and effortless life. All you have to do is wake up with that twinkle in your eyes and blush on your cheek, make breakfast, pack lunch for your husband and once he leaves to work, you do a bit of household chores, run a few errands and then you switch on the TV to watch shiffon sari draped bahu with huge ear piece, long mangalsutra and high heels with 2 coatings of make up on her face which she manages to have intact even when she is crying or getting out of the bed after a nights sleep. After the Saas bahu soaps, you manage to catch up some of your folks or friends online and start chatting, then eat some lunch again get back to the world wide web or read a book or just go for walk along the river that runs behind your house. Evening start making special dinner for your husband. Typically thats the kind of life a newly wed housewife living abroad would lead, well i also had a life pretty much similar to that one, the one i always dreamt of - a holiday for life. But today i have had enough of it and i cant stand the saas bahu soaps any more, had enough of making long procedural dinners, got tired of shopping groceries, i want to start working all over again, i need to lead a stressful life with deadlines and targets. I want to get up in the morning with a 'oh my god its late' look on my face and get into the shower and run to work without eating breakfast, get back home in the evening and grab a sandwich or eat maggie out of starvation. I want my holiday to end. Many of the working women wont agree with me and those who have worked all their life and have suddenly been shun from that world will probably agree with me. Whatever it may be too much of something is definitely bad and holiday should not last forever.