Here at Life in Pleasantville we understand the term “Domestic Bliss” should often be re-coined “domestic-just-kinda-survivng-at-this-point.” While we all strive to be the best parents, partners, friends (and lovers) we can be, let’s be honest; it’s hard to even keep our hair brushed each day. It’s not even about the almighty buzzword “balance” anymore because you can’t balance 307 chores and still get a meal on the table every single evening without sacrifice.
Enter your new friend, Millicent.
Millicent is a strong-willed, powerful woman who loves to cook but also knows the local pizzeria number by heart. She eats grass stains for breakfast but once gave her children a full bath using nothing more than a Tim Hortons napkin and half a bottle of water she found under the minivan front seat after they spilled chocolate milk en route to Aunt Fannie’s funeral. She’s folded laundry while signing school permission forms and delegate work to her children and employees. She works in the home and outside of it – whether at an office or volunteer position – and she’s familiar with navigating relationships of all kinds. Millicent climbs ladders (and playground equipment), breaks eggs (and glass ceilings), and can nurse a crying baby while closing a deal. She can throw a gourmet-worthy dinner party for 12 (with 48 hours notice, please; she’s not a superhero), but she also understands that sometimes in order to preserve your sanity it means eating dinner that was handed to you through a drive-thru window.
We are happy to welcome Millicent as a regular feature here at Life in Pleasantville, appearing on Fridays. We love her because she’s been around the block a time or two (while chasing a runaway dog) and she’s no wallflower – her answers won’t pull any punches. But she’s no taskmaster; she’s got a great sense of humour and the ability to “get shit done” is her mainstay.
Millicent will answer your questions about cooking, cleaning, travel, laundry, organization, shopping, kids, partners, sex, health, or even how to keep that damn dog from running away every time someone opens the front door. And if she doesn’t know the answer, she’ll provide you with a source who *does.* She’s no Google, because while Google may give you the answer of how to get that dead clam smell out of your son’s sleeping bag from camp, it won’t tell you to make him clean it himself. Millicent will.
Please send your questions to Millicent@lifeinpleasantville.com.
One letter will appear with Millicent’s reply on Fridays.