Teamster Wife Bored with Teamster Life?

It was a hot Teamster summer and Teamster Wife was getting restless. Bored with the usual T-Wife tasks of laying out Teamster Daddy's clothes and cooking Teamster approved meals, she decided it was time to spice up more than the latest craze of DIY (do-it-yourself) tacos. Teamster Wife decided it was time to shake things up.

Somehow she'd stumbled across an advertisement for exotic Belly Dancing Lessons in the local community paper. With a bit of trepidation, she asked herself: Could I? Would I? And the answer was an astounding yes!

This latest innovative idea was the answer to what a Teamster Wife needs to remind herself that there was more to life than taking care of others. In a Teamster Home as well as a normal family home, the mother often takes a back seat to the family needs. Not this T-Wife. She knew in order to give more of herself to others, she'd need to give herself a treat from time to time.

But this event was happening back in the day where T-Wives had to ask permission to do certain things. And with the brow raising belly dancing activities of removing layers of veils from one's body, T-Wife knew she'd better run it by T-Daddy or he'd come looking for someone to blame.

Permission granted, T-Wife took off once a week for group lessons and upon return each night, she'd put on the recommended belly dancing album and practice in front of T-daughters and give them pseudo-instructions. TD#1 was definitely not interested in watching the Madonna-like behavior of her Mommy. TD#3 was too young to care, but TD#2 was fascinated and often snuck in her jewelry box to try on the finger cymbals and dance around like an aspiring belly dancer herself when no one was looking.

Then came the big night in late September when all aspriring belly dancing wives would get to show their stuff and strike a pose. Teamster Wife's recital was somehow a rite of passage into a mysterious world of self. Accompanied by TD#2, T-Wife strutted and spun and danced her way into the hearts of her audience at some forgotten location on Nolensville Road. But the memory of the moment will never be forgotten. This Teamster Wife would never become a Desperate Housewife. She had too many classes yet to conquer and a stack of new Belly Dancing albums waiting for her by the hi-fi stereo cabinet at home.