So I'll tell you about the work wives we had over for a cookout on July 4th weekend.
1) DH's manager's wife. She's a piece of work. I've had three interactions with her and none of them were that great. She did have the courtesy to come in my house and say hi and ask if I needed help with anything. We chit-chatted about this and that. She has extreme baby rabies. She wants to quit working and make all the babies. They've been married 9 months or so now. It's his second marriage (no kids from the first). He's almost 40. He works just as much as DH does (min 50 hours/week). She's probably late 20's/early 30's. She proceeded to tell me how she wants to be a SAHM because she 'doesn't want other people raising her kids.' To which I reply, "Oh well, DefConn had the most amazing sitter for his first 3.5 years and now he's in an excellent daycare and learning all.the.things!"
She then proceeds to get drunk. Tell me how she can't get along with other women because you know, bitches be crazy, backstabbing, and want her man (he's no prize...I almost went off on him for being a dick about my H at our home (he thinks he's funny/teasing, but it's rudeness), but it just wouldn't be a good look for DH). She also thinks he 'might be cheating on her'. I was like, "Um no, you married an almost 40 year old with a highly demanding job." I mean, on bad weeks I don't get laid because DH comes home, eats, sees the kids, and goes to bed. Yeah...HAM, that one. We're supposed to go to their house for a cookout next month. ::sigh::
2. DH's IT guys wife showed up at my house in sweats and then tells me it's been '5 years' since she and her H got out without the kids. And you came to MY HOUSE? I think ur doin' it wrong. She got drunk too and was puffing on her e-cig all night. Mmmmkay.
3. The newest supervisor and his wife showed up looking like they were ready to play tennis or something. Their boys, 5 and 8, were both dressed in similar plaid shorts and the same polo shirt. I thought they were twins until they said something and I guess the 5 year old is on the high end of growth and his brother is on the low end. They were nice, but very stepford and she said something to me about, "Us moms just know!" in a sisterhood of the twats kind of way. And they were drinking Rolling Rock or Heiniken or some shit.
Good news is that DH's co-supervisor's wife is awesome and I could see us hanging out with them. And our good friends came as well and stayed late, so we had a great time with them.
But yeah, the work wife quality is lacking compared to DH's old job.