No one would ever accuse me of being too uptight about meal preparation and housework. I try to keep things tidy, of course, and I make sure all of us eat our greens. But I’m hardly a domestic overachiever. Most days, I pray fervently that the laundry will miraculously wind up clean and dry without my input. (These days, my prayers are answered in the form of my dear husband.)
It’s probably surprising, then, that despite my disinclination for homemaking, I am, in fact, a stay-at-home mom. For the most part (National Novel Writing Month being the exception), I do take care of our household. I wash, cook, clean, and even homeschool our daughter, even when I would rather be writing or reading.