Husbands
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Chris’s Quarantine Mullet
Actual conversation during Week 4 of Quarantine: “You need to quit being stubborn and let me cut your hair,” I said. “No way,” Chris protested. “You look like you’re wearing a fur coat…
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Drivers Education
Once upon a time, it was the summer that Chris and I were 15 years old. All of our friends were signed up to take drivers education, including Chris. But my family was…
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Marriage Confessions Goes to Marriage Counseling: Phase Two – Acceptance
This week, Chris and I are sharing about our experience with a marriage counselor over the past two months. While we were in counseling, we decided together not to share anything with anyone…
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Sleeping Together
Last night as I was falling asleep, Chris and I had the funniest conversation. I can’t even explain it to you. You just have to hear it. ****** “Chris,” I whispered as he…
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In Sickness and In Health
Oh, imaginary friends. What a long summer this has been for our family. I don’t normally allow myself to wallow, but June and July have definitely brought us wallow-worthy moments. About a week…
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Office vs. Guest Room: A Tie
A few weeks ago, I posted about how Chris had bashed my dreams of a lovely home office to shreds with his cold, cold heart. Since then, we haven’t really talked about the…
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12 Easy Steps to Fighting with My Husband
After thirteen years of marriage, Chris and I have our fighting down to a well-oiled process that makes us laugh. You know, when we are speaking again… Step One: He does or says…
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Office Space
There is a chance that I will not be returning to the classroom next year and will be working full time for ClassMax beginning this June. This is very exciting. This…
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The Sneaky Entrepreneur
I picked Bean and Gracie up from their aftercare program yesterday afternoon and one of the teachers pulled me aside. “Um… Mrs. Brown… Michael has been making rainbow loom bracelets for all the…
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Wheat Rice and Pillow Talk
Last night I served asparagus, salmon, and brown rice to my family. It went over about as well as you can imagine. But the worst offender was CHRIS! THE ADULT. I kept giving…
