Unadapted Housewife speaking...

What's that? You want to know more about me? Well, aren't you sweet. Buckle up. You're in for a treat.

Yeah. I'm in pursuit of graceful domestication, whatever the fuck that means. I just sorta came up with it one day. Yeah. That's right. Right off the top of my pretty little head. I'm, like, basically a genius. No...wait...that was in a former life when I could focus my energy on things other than trying to be a good wife, good mother, good housekeeper. (Must keep hair. Must not pull one of their beautiful giant heads off. - My mantra as of late.)

I suck at it.

Seriously the struggle to prioritize is real: Husband? Kid? Dream? Dirt? (My house is a mess and I don't care.)

The facts:
I’m 35. And a wife. And a mom. Step-mom, too. I even have a grandson. (We are a modern family to say the least...)

The best fortune I ever pulled from a cookie reads: "At the age of 20 the will reigns; at 30 the wit; at 40 the judgement." So...I'd say right now I'm crushing it. (See me in ten years about the judgement part.)

I love to cook. I hate to clean. When I have time, I write.

And there you have it. Me in a martini glass. I mean nutshell.


What about you?


Oh, honey....we're practically the same.