I really want to be a good wife to my husband and not out of a sense of duty or because it’s what I’m supposed to do. He is pretty amazing and I’m lucky I snatched him up when we were still relatively young. So I’d like to keep him, and do nice things for him, and (feminists please close your eyes) take care of him. It makes me feel good when I can do things that make him happy. Aw…isn’t that sickeningly sweet?

Possibly.

But there are quite a few obstacles that trip me up in my efforts to be a good wife.

I don’t have the skills of Betty Crocker or the ingenuity of Martha Stewart. I certainly don’t have the looks to be a trophy wife. And, I’m a slow learner.

Fortunately for me, I am relentless and don’t like to give up. But…that also means I make a lot of mistakes as I strive for competence in the kitchen, and cleaning, and laundry. I pretty much fail at everything that looks like second nature to fictionalized versions of the 1950s housewife.

And when I say fail, I mean epically fail. Since we live in a world of constant sharing of our personal lives, I thought it’d be fun to share my misadventures with…well, everyone!

I hope that anyone reading gets a laugh, learns from my mistakes and maybe finds a new appreciation in focusing on the small things in life.