I have a confession to make: I have become a desperate housewife.
I always assumed a life domesticity would be easy for me. After all, I’m known for being organized bordering on anal and consider myself an amateur epicure who enjoys time spent in the kitchen. So when I became an at-home mom almost four years ago, I mistakenly assumed that once I got the whole mothering thing down, I could easily transform into a domestic diva.
The truth is, as soon as our little girl Madeline arrived, I easily fell into the rhythm of motherhood. To my surprise, mothering came naturally. Somehow or another, those maternal instincts kicked in, and I just knew what to do. But I soon discovered being a mom was far more fun than being a housewife. It turns out that the Martha Stewarts of the world don’t have it so easy, and I’m not referring to Martha’s past imprisonment.
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