Frank has the tendency to consider me the best wife ever—well, of course, he’s highly partial and truly bias, because I am his first and only wife. Nevertheless, most days I can truly say I do not feel as though the sentiment could be further from the truth. In reality, I couldn’t be further from the Suzy Homemaker image. Truth be told I’m a far cry from her. And although, Frank assures me that we’re just not that couple and he has no cares for a Suzy—I still take pride and much delight in His smile when he comes home from work to a shimmering home, homemade veggie potpie and a bowl of freshly baked blueberry muffins. Due to the latter, as we embark on our 6th year of obligation I have been wrestling with the desire to really get our house in order, and the challenge of not stopping our endless workflow. To date—the most difficult task is managing dirty dishes, marinating laundry, clean floors, spotless bathrooms, a 9-5, a publishing company, an expanding brand, breakfast, lunch, dinner, a husband with two healthy appetites, of course, the priority of me—and getting proper rest…who knew that was still a thing—sleep where¿
All doubts and obstacles aside, I know the power is within me to conjure up the heka to be Mighty Woman. So, I began in the heart of our home. Let’s just say, it took a sick day for me to make a decisive decision about our kitchen and our everyday routine. Sometimes it takes feeling your worst to produce your best. Proof positive—our newly rearranged kitchen… [to be continued]
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—Egypt
