How I Became an Accidental Housewife

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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.