Pronunciation: "me-t&-'mor-f&-s&s
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin, from Greek metamorphOsis, from metamorphoun to transform

1 b : a striking alteration in appearance, character, or circumstances / 2 : a marked and more or less abrupt developmental change in the form or structure of an animal (as a butterfly or a frog) occurring subsequent to birth or hatching

today, at 6 pm sharp, i reverse-metamorphosized into a taitai after working for two days. from now on, shy of someone at the office turning sick or a major news event occurring in the petrochemical industry that could affect the lives of billions, and short circuit the powers that be into thinking i'm the best person for the job of bringing truth and justice to the world, it looks like i'll be a taitai indefinitely.

kafka's end-product to this type of a transformation may have been a giant cockroach, but i will not let recurring visions of a stupid fat bug get in the way of my motivation to use this renewed post-work energy to try and be a good domesticated wife to my darling hubby.

i began my transformation this evening with gusto, running errands straight after work. tomorrow, my day will begin at 7 a.m. with a cup of coffee and a walk with the dog. there will be more errands and then laundry (yucks) and folding (eek) and ironing (gag) that have not been touched since sunday because we were both working the past few days. there will be a kitchen to clean (argh), floors to mop (groan), and toilets to wash (sigh).

ok i confess. someone DOES come in to take care of the floors and the kitchen and the toilets but it makes me feel so guilty that i actually try to clean up before she gets here. i know... so loser, right.

either way, i'm stuck at the service apartment because of tomorrow's errands and cleaning, so where got time to go for reflexology and pedicure? and even if i had time, i can't even go shopping cos can't buy anything while living out of suitcases because we scared of excess baggage. being in limbo sucks. and i need a facial... my eyebags are so heavy its hard not to think of the giant cockroach when i look in the mirror.

giant cockroach with eyebags.

i'm telling you, cinderalla had it easy with her metamorphosis. she had till midnight and a fairy godmother as a sideckick. and a new dress.

me, i poofed into a pumpkin at 6 pm and all i got is one hairy french man who won't ask for directions. and eyebags.