It’s no joke being a frazzled and exhausted housewife…. except in this instance. This came to me by way of Roland, the “Birdman from Brisbane”, who knows quite a lot about birds of all descriptions.

The Frazzled Wife

A distressed young woman, who after twelve years of marriage had lost the bloom of youth, also had become extremely tired both physically and mentally.

“I, I don’t think I can… I can’t… sorry… take it anymore,” she sobbed and burst into tears at her doctor’s surgery.

“Sit down and tell me all about it,” soothed the middle-aged doctor and he patted her shoulder as he directed the poor wife to the chair opposite his, “now what is it you can’t take?”

“I hate my life,” she began, “I can’t stick the kids – they are noisy, disobedient, lazy, obnoxious and selfish. At eleven, eight and six, they know their Human Rights and choose to ignore mine. They spend most of their spare time on PlayStation or playing games on their phones and the television is blaring constantly. It’s like being in a nightmare!”

“Why don’t you turn the television off?” asked the doctor.

“My husband loves sitting in his ‘Captain Kirk’ chair and watching television, especially football – which is why we had to have Sky – and he has it up loud to block out the noise of the kids,” she replied.

“Oh dear,” said the doctor softly, “of course your husband has a bad back if I remember rightly?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t stop him from doing anything… apart from all chores to do with the house or garden,” she raised her eyebrows before continuing, “I have to do everything! My life is one long round of servitude from the moment I wake up at five o’clock in the morning until I go to bed at nine – and no, I don’t have time for a social life. I don’t even have time to sit down to eat my own breakfast, let alone read a book – I used to love reading…”

“There, there,” said the doctor patting her arm.

“Oh Doctor, “I’m so exhausted, stressed and on edge – my nerves are shot through – is there anything you can give me to help?”

“My dear,” said the doctor, “you need something for yourself, outside of the family, something to give you an interest or make friends.”

“That’s a joke, I’m either taking one or other of the kids to their activities, or I’m too tired to think of having any activities or classes of my own,” she said despondently.

“I have it,” said the doctor, “I really think you would benefit from running ten kilometres every day. Would you give it a go? You might want to start by doing less and build yourself up to more.”

The frazzled wife acquiesced for she was desperate to do anything to help her appalling situation.

“Listen,” said the doctor, “begin straight away and I’ll give you a call in two weeks to see how you’re getting on.”

Two weeks later the doctor saw the memo in his diary and was prompted to call the patient to whom he had offered the extraordinary advice.

“Hello,” he said, “This is your doctor calling to find out how you’re progressing.”

“Hi Doctor!” the young wife sounded full of the joys of spring. “Thank you so much for your good advice. Because I was in such poor condition it was quite hard at first but I followed your suggestion and took it easy. Now I feel strong, fit, capable and even happy – I’m a new woman!”

“I’m so pleased I was able to help,” the doctor smiled to himself as he spoke, “and, if you don’t mind me asking, how are things at home now?”

“How in the heck would I know Doctor?” the wife replied surprised, “I’m over a hundred and forty kilometres away!”