The Expat Wives Club
I don't want to be too bitchy here because someone reading this blog is likely to be an expat wife themselves, but I do hope you aren't one of the worst stereotypical expat wives out there. I have literally had women from the British Club turn their back on me when I asked if there were social events that I could attend outside of work hours. Also the fact that I do not (yet) know the first thing about any International School Programme, the apparent horrors of live in maids, or the exact floor plan of EmQuartier it would appear that I am not fit to join any of the wives clubs at this precise moment. Anyway, moving on again, whether you are in any of the clubs, or not, you cannot avoid all 'stay at home expat wives', you will have dinners with them, attend drunken annual balls with them etc and for all such events, along with your Spanx, you should always wear body armour to protect yourself against ill judged comments about when are you going to get pregnant? are you trying to get pregnant? Are you trying naturally or going straight to IVF? (after all apparently you can through money at any problem here), will you get a live in maid? will you get a driver? when will you give up work? Fundamentally, when will you become one of us? It's not so much the questions that fill me with dread but often the fear of not measuring up when it's my legitimate time to join yummy mummy clubs. Will my child be wearing the correct attire, and more to the point will I be wearing the correct attire, will I have found the miracle eye cream to at least give the illusion that my child sleeps occasionally and will I have kicked and punched at enough Muaythai bags (noting I haven't kicked at any so far in this life time) to lose enough baby weight to earn my badge of honour as a yummy mummy.