a time there was a mom, who didn’t have an outside the house job. She stayed at home with her kiddos, had tea parties with her daughters, played ball with her sons. Kept a perfect house and had time to make a 3 coarse meal every night, and have it on the table when hubby got home from work. The house was always spotless, the kids always immaculate looking. She also had time to do the things she wanted to do, like watching her favorite shows on TV, and the crafts she so enjoyed.

While I am at this I ought to add that there was world peace and no unhappiness in the world.

Hell, if I am gonna write fiction, I might as well make it good.