This is the most difficult form of housekeeping to me: to make my home a place where others feel they belong.
Many of my moves were brief enough that the impact of not belonging was negligible. At other times, I’ve settled in long enough that it seems like I should feel at home, yet don’t.
I still worry that I’m “unwifeable,” that a home where I am the one taking care of us is a bit too risky.
“It’s good to rearrange the furniture a couple of times a year just to clean out from under everything,” I said too loudly, as my husband shut off the vacuum cleaner.
Over the weekend, we were just beginning our Saturday brunch when I announced to the boys that there would be inspections following this week’s chores.