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Babies and My Fighting Style
So, this afternoon Chris and I got into a big fight. A huge fight. A colossal fight. We haven’t fought like this in a long, long time. I think the last fight of…
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First-Time Father Blues
Chris is driving me crazy. Freaking crazy. Like if he hadn’t knocked me up, I’d probably kill him right now. The thing is, its not all his fault. Its not actually his fault…
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Welcome to the End of My Rope
I’m at the end of my pregnancy rope. And the last place you want an eight and a half month pregnant woman is swinging from the end of ANY rope. I think I’ve…
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How a Blogger Gets Revenge
I’m mad at my husband today… But posting this on the internet makes me feel much better.
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Killer Commute
Every morning I wake up to the same routine in my house. Let the dogs out, get in the shower, blow dry my hair, lotion the legs, put on my make up, pack…
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Honey-Do’s and the Gender Bias
This morning as I am unpacking even more boxes in our kitchen, Chris comes in a says that he needs to run to Home Depot (otherwise known as “The Place I Go to…
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Them’s Fightin’ Words
I have found recently that the price you pay for new things in your life is new things to fight about with your husband. Chris and I honestly don’t fight that often, and…
