It's quite surreal how one just slips into domesticity and all-round wifey-ness. It feels like I've been here all my life.
I'm still in that eager-to-please mode, bombarding The Other with msn missives; "Was your breakfast still warm? Were the eggs fine? Was lunch ok or did I overdo the tomato sauce? Are the leftovers from your mum fine for supper? etc etc etc".
No worries, that kak will soon end;)
I thought getting married meant suddenly acquiring an adult-mindset. I'm still playing house, and it is great fun.