My mother was downright adorable. She kept our house spotless and organized (including closets and drawers) worked a hard day at the office, prepared 3-course meals for the family, held hands with my father, and loved pretty clothes.
Me? I do not even own an iron.
aahhh…. one of the lovely benefits of flying solo …. living how you like 🙂 … oh, and not having the toilet seat left up 😉 😉