It’s 11 a.m. on a Saturday morning and I have a growing to-do list. Not a mental one, but an actual list on my phone of all the things that need to get done today: organize the garage, clean the baseboards, return that belt sander to Lowe’s before the window closes, declutter closets and drop old clothes at the local thrift, refinish the dresser for my office. I’ve been up for a few hours already, so the projects are in various states of start.My husband is sitting in his favorite chair in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee while he “takes a minute.” Half an hour passes, then an hour, an...