“I started my blog today”, I whispered to my husband. This is something I’ve talked about doing for years, but always came up with some reason not to. Thoughts of what I would actually talk about, and would people even want to read it always scared me away. Like everyone else, I have a busy life. Between a full time job, taking care of the house, and my animals it’s hard to find time to do anything besides cook dinner (which I don’t do nearly as much as I should). My problem is that stuff can get boring and I want to do fun stuff. I want to crochet and make jam and read and cook elaborate meals every single evening. I want to be housewife. However, I’m not and probably never will be. I have a professional career that I’m very proud of, but still there’s this other side of me that wishes I could stay home and cook and clean all day (I know, sick, right?). So this is me, my release of the Closet Housewife.