How Dirty Dishes Rekindled the Romance in My Marriage

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My husband and I didn’t notice that we were ignoring each other. Somehow in the past few years, we had slowly drifted apart until we were completely disconnected from each other.

It’s like when we brought our twelve-year-old dog to her recent check up; as she stepped onto the scale, we were shocked to find that she had somehow gained thirty pounds in the last couple of years. Of course my husband and I knew our dog had put on weight but it had happened so slowly that neither of us had noticed how unhealthy she had become.

The same thing was happening in my marriage. These slow changes just sneak up on you. Continue reading “How Dirty Dishes Rekindled the Romance in My Marriage”

Remembering How to Be Alone

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Before I became a mother, I used to love spending time alone. I thought it was a necessity for my sanity. Every day, I would spend a few hours just by myself; letting my mind wander, wasting time, doing whatever I wanted. Seriously, what did I do with all that time? When I was pregnant, I remember looking down at my squirming belly and wondering how I would survive without this daily dose of self. Continue reading “Remembering How to Be Alone”

Remembering How to Have Time Alone

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Before I became a mother, I used to love spending time alone.

I thought it was a necessity for my sanity. Every day, I would spend a few hours just by myself; letting my mind wander, wasting time, doing whatever I wanted. Seriously, what did I do with all that time? When I was pregnant, I remember looking down at my squirming belly and wondering how I would survive without this daily dose of self. Continue reading “Remembering How to Have Time Alone”

Snapshots

MargaritaIt wasn’t the poop incident that caused me to fall apart. Nope. I was rock solid through that whole debacle.

Every parent has a poop story. I hope this one is mine because I can’t imagine a story that could be worse. I’m really not looking for something to top this.

Our two-year-old son, Wolfy, and I were tagging along on my husband’s work trip. While my husband was in meetings, I brought Wolfy to a playground. Wolfy is potty-training so when he says he has to go, he really has to go. As we were leaving the playground, Wolfy told me he needed to pee. I scanned the area and there were no bathrooms anywhere. There were no stores anywhere either. Quickly, I led Wolfy into a nearby patch of woods. Continue reading “Snapshots”