As far as annoying habits go, being married to a constant noisemaker isn’t truly the worst thing in the world. He could clip his toenails in our bedroom or pee on the toilet seat or leave his rank hockey gear in the back of my car. Thank god he does…
Many months ago, I asked my husband for just one small thing for my birthday. (I’m turning 38 in May. 37? 38? Definitely 38. I honestly can never remember how old I am which means I am just old I guess.) I wanted him to arrange for me to have…
I’m trying desperately to raise decent fairly independent humans. I see all the blog posts. And then I see all the rebuttals to all the blog posts, telling me that the original posts are all wrong. We should helicopter our kids. We shouldn’t helicopter them! We should tell our kids…
