A Day In The Life Of A Monster Wife

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Just as dawn begins to break, I am already woken up and readying the pans
For my children and I eat a lot and, as for my husband, he, too, eats me whole
Can you guess what I am? A slime! Handy in all, as I can have unlimited hands
His wife I'll forever be. To a role we are all born; why me? 'Tis but a day for my soul

I have been chosen to show you all how a day is spent for a monster wife like me
I am adaptable, you see. Indestructible, and inmune to all diseases known and unknown!
My name is Cordelia. I am like water. Gentle, transparent, and daughter of the sea
Many benefits come with this. Like this! No bones mean I can stretch and fold all on my own!

Pretty handy when you need to make space for five children, I have to admit
Oh! That is right! I have five adorable little droplets! Each, a part of me. Each, a dew
When we decided to have children, we came to the conclusion that I should split
I was bigger, and fuller. But maternity left me quite exhausted when it came anew

Regardless, I love my children all the same. No favorites! Though I favor helpers!
Yes. When they are not in school, they all help me out here in the house with chores
Though, when they get needy and take breaks, they can also be quite the yelpers!
Right now, they are away. So rest assured that, today, I am all yours

Let us begin with a tour of the house. First, let me welcome you outdoors
This is the main entrance. Here, you can see I have decorated with little rivers
Those are my lifeblood. My consciousness drifts here as I make memories in my cores
Follow them, and they shall lead you to my heart. Be careful, it may cause you the shivers!

Speaking of, I do not like winter. It freezes them over and I become forgetful!
Thank you, by the way, for coming in the summer. I love it when the sun shines through me!
Let me put my hand in it. See? So shiny and rainbow-like! Though, I tend to become regretful
If I am exposed to it for too long, I begin to evaporate. Soon, I'm just a cloud wanabee!

When I am like that, I float towards my heart. Its chilliness condenses me to normal again
Oh but I love the beach! So much sun, so much heat, and so, so, so much water!
In fact, we are in my beach house right now! You really came to my best possible domain
You better be prepared for a splash. We are not leaving until I have had my fill of slaughter

From my fingertips, a shotgun of water! But for you, a little, squishy raindrop
Do not swallow, though! I am not safe for consumption. Lest you want a hint of erosion
This is not all there is to see outside, but for time's sake, let us be nonstop
To the laundry room. Let clean your clothes off of me. You do not want a stain of poison

Come over here. Gimme that jacket. This is indeed a dirty, used piece, is it not?
My husband uses his quite a lot, too. My children also use theirs with roughness
A slime, as impervious as it is, has to take care of its, well, slimy-ness a lot
Lest we leave a trail of deathly toxins, in check we have to have our viscousness

Since your clothes are off and drying, do not be shy, ok? I am always naked too!
I could give you some of my husband's clothing, but they would all ill fit you
He is a big, strong, and handsome fucker! Oh, my! Excuse my vulgar hue!
We met when we were brash kids. So it is a language we accustomed since before we grew

No matter. Come. To the main entrance we go! Yes, I skipped it because of the urgency
Now. That is the reason I love living here. A ton of custom-made furniture for slimes!
My husband worked really hard to furnish it. Though I am grateful for his leniency
He is calm and loving with us. Tolerant and merciful, even though he is paid in dimes

Imagine! Sustaining six slimes with the salary of an average man. He is our hero
I do what I can to support him in whatever I can but, I am afraid of not doing enough
I am as housewife as they come, yet I feel I could be more. My heart feels like absolute zero
As it freezes, I forget his love. I lash out to my children, and I become a monster most gruff

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