When life is especially frantic, I often lament to anyone who would listen that “I need a wife.” I look with envy at my male colleagues with stay-at-home wives, wives who keep a beautiful and immaculate house, care for the kids, shop and cook dinner every night. They really don’t realize how lucky they are. Sigh.
It looks like I am not the only harried working mom to have fantasies of a 1950s-style home life. To wit, the op-ed piece “My So-Called Wife” at the New York Times today.