Lately I've been thinking that I need a wife. I'm talking about a wife in the traditional, June Cleaver-1950s era variety. Someone who makes sure the grocery shopping gets done and plans meals (home made, take out or in a restaurant, I'm not picky). Someone who manages the kids' schedules and gets them where they need to be. Someone who greets me at the door, hands me a drink and tells me to relax before dinner. Someone like my mother.