I have obviously been reincarnated as the super domestic, early 20th century housewife. You never hear about that possibility when you come across reincarnation. It must be the hidden secret. I need some help! My son must be some sort of mitosis king, dividing and growing, redividing and growing all over again at an unprecedented rate. He’s on a feeding frenzy. How many meals am I supposed to prepare in one day?
I’ve sought a little help from the Be June Cleaver website. I don’t have a husband, a pretty dress, or a string of pearls. But coffee I can do, and a hearty breakfast (WHAT?! ANOTHER MEAL?!), and if forced, I’ll drag the vacuum around.
I’ll let you know if any of it works.