I knew my mother wanted to stay at home and be a housewife. As I headed off to work every morning, I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched her leisurely drinking her second cup of coffee. I often wondered if she ever got bored staying home all did. Then I caught myself – did she actually stay home all day or did she just pretend she did? I quickly became obsessed. I wanted to document every movement of her day so I could replicate it. I wanted to be happy just like she was. Happy, home and free.