How I Became an Accidental Housewife
Living the 1950s dream
4 min readJun 18, 2021
It’s 7AM on a Saturday and we’ve overslept. I roll over and wake my husband.
“We have 45 minutes before we have to walk out the door,” I say. “You should probably get in the shower.”
“We have plenty of time,” he replies, and grabs his iPad to read the news.
