When I was a teenager, the idea of being a housewife terrified me.  Cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, staying at home... I wanted nothing to do with any of it.  Fastforward ten years and, well, I love it.  Last night I got home, took the dog for a walk, picked up some groceries, made dinner, did the dishes, baked some bran muffins and drank some wine.  It was great.

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