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“My husband does all the cooking,” she told us. “If Mommy has to cook, the kids know they’re getting pancakes!”
Laughter all around.
“Oh, here too!” another mom remarked.
And that was all good. See, I have no issue whatsoever with whatever division of labor works in [...]
“My husband told me not to follow this whole maxi dress fad– that the style didn’t suit my petite frame.” “My husband would never let me wear that type of bathing suit– it’s too revealing.” “My husband told me to wear a bikini so he can show me off.” “My [...]
When I went into labor with my first baby, I wasn’t sure what was happening. That might sound odd but, the thing is, I’d been having Braxton-Hicks contractions for months. I was so used to my uterus misbehaving that I’d gotten handy at ignoring it. I was 41 weeks pregnant, [...]
I remember when my maternity leave ran out. His paternity leave ran out at the same time. (Let’s just pause a moment and acknowledge how phenomenal it was, here in the States, for my husband to get eight weeks of paid leave after the birth of our child.) Okay, moving on…
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So, this is how I often find my husband when he gets home from work late:
I keep the kids up to see him, if I can. In jammies, teeth brushed, they’re ready to fall into bed for stories. Daddy reads the stories. It’s one of the things he [...]
I’m a little bit of an old soul in some ways.
As a junior high girl, I sighed a bit at the music of Andy Williams (and, yes, I wept when he died a couple years ago.) I loved the music of Harry Connick Jr. and Christmas just wasn’t Christmas without [...] Way back in January, I sent my husband and my girls off to Walmart and set about getting some things done. After taking his quick phone call, I posted this to Facebook: Husband just called from Walmart with our girlies. “What size underpants does C. wear? And does it matter if they’re bikini, [...]
I am not a natural housekeeper.
Really.
I don’t actually mind cleaning too terribly much, once I get started, but it’s the motivation to START that I frankly lack. And, to be honest, I don’t exactly enjoy the process either. I’m not making excuses– plenty of people don’t like to [...]
There was a boy I used to hang out with back in high school. I remember one day when we were juniors and he stood up to walk me from our honors English class. I got up, grabbed my L.L. Bean pack, and pulled it up onto the strap of the bubbled [...] I? Am a bit of a firecracker. And a whirlwind. And some other kind of tempestuous, tumultuous storm.
My temper flares fast and fierce, but burns out just as quickly. I’m not proud to admit that I am most definitely a cabinet-slammer and hair tosser. My eyes flash all sorts of green [...] |
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