Being the family chef means that holiday meals fall to me, which is nice because I’m just a tiny bit of a control freak when it comes to my kitchen. The downside is that company means housekeeping.
Now, I’m not a complete slob — in fact, I can’t bear clutter — but I do ascribe to the wise saying that “a clean house is a sign of a misspent life.”
Fortunately, I have a capable cleaning assistant. Yesterday, she helped me dispose of the extra roll of toilet paper I left out.