In exactly a week and a half I will be returning to full-time work out of the home for the first time since giving birth to Ella, six years ago. While my husband will be taking on some of the household chores (well, laundry, anyhow) there will be fewer aggregate hours available for the cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. And of course, for the children. How will it all get done?
Some jobs will be handled by others. Zoe will attend preschool full time next year, and we will have a housecleaner for 3 hours, twice a month. Some jobs will simply get dropped – fewer hot out of the oven muffins for breakfast and trips to three different grocery stores to find the best deal.

But what role does technology play in all of this? Can a machine ever replace a mom?
I don’t have a definitive answer, but when it comes to home-baked bread, I’d have to say …
It wasn’t terrible, but it certainly wasn’t great. And I haven’t the foggiest idea how to cut it without destroying the whole loaf.
I guess I’m relieved that I won’t be replaced by R2D2-dak any time soon.

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