I feel like this is such an easy phrase to apply to acquaintances and even friends, but when you try to apply it to a marriage, it seems to fall apart.
I know I hold my husband to my own standard of perfection sometimes that’s totally unfair. When he comes home from work, I sometimes expect that he’ll be the perfect conversationalist (since, after all, the only person I’ve talked to all day only wants to talk about choo-choos – I’m dying for real conversation!). I also expect him to be an engaged father and help with the chores somehow.
I also want him to give me a break, and make sure to thank me for every single thing I’ve done that day.
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While I don’t want to turn this little blog of mine into a “how to blog” blog (how many times can I say blog in one sentence?), this little blog of mine has been a huge blessing. I’m so thankful for those who inspired me to start it, and for those who’ve encouraged me in my journey.
So I want to explain a little bit about why I love blogging and why I think more people (especially first responder wives) should do it.
Theodore Roosevelt is often quoted as saying, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” This is so true, and such an important concept to keep in mind in the age we live in.
After all, we can easily tune into other people’s lives 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We can more easily and directly compare our lives to others than ever before, and it’s making us sadder and lonelier than ever. So much for social media, right?
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My husband has wanted me to concealed carry for a long, long time… pretty much since I turned 21. I’ve wanted to, too, but I kept putting it off, even though I have my concealed carry permit.
The biggest reason was that I didn’t want to have to change the way I dress, and this was even more of an issue post-baby. I was having a hard enough time with feeling self-conscious about my body, and carrying in a purse is out of the question with a toddler.
This is a post I had planned to write, but when I came across Jericha’s story, I felt strongly that I wanted her to be the one to write this. While I have experience working with victims of domestic violence, I think this piece is much more helpful from the point of view of someone who’s actually been there.
Please share this article and keep it in mind, particularly in the month of October, which is domestic violence awareness month. Nearly 1/3 of US women report having been physically or sexually abused by a husband or boyfriend at some point in their lives. Even if you think it doesn’t apply to you or anyone you know, the odds are against that.
This is an important topic, one that deserves all the recognition and awareness it can get!
Being the outside observer of domestic violence can be one the most helpless situations you’ve ever encountered, especially when the relationship you are watching is that of a close friend or loved one. You know that they deserve better and you want them to be able to escape… but it’s not your choice to make.
On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men.
For four years my family and friends watched as I stayed in a physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually, and financially abusive marriage. “Why don’t you just leave him?” “Why don’t you just walk away?” These are the questions they would ask me, as if it were that easy.
Let’s face it: Chores suck.
I know there are so many things to do around the house (like that fridge I haven’t cleaned in… ever? Oops.) but there are so many things I’d rather do. Like read, or play with A, or heck, even get ahead on some work.
I’ve tried lots of ways to make them better. Giving myself a reward afterward sometimes helps, but I have no discipline apparently, and sometimes say “well, I did my best,” and take my reward anyway. Same with “prewarding” myself with the intention of doing the thing I don’t want to do later: it’s just not happening.
Hey guys! So Carol is one of my best friends, and I asked a while back if she’d be interested in writing about how she carries when she’s wearing dresses. I asked her because she’s good about carrying consistently, has similar feelings as I do about purse carry, and well, as an A&D rep, she wears dresses a lot 🙂
So without further ado, here’s her post!
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Sexting is kind of a hot topic. I mean, you read about it all the time, though usually the articles are talking about teens and how they’re getting into trouble because of sexting.
While the implications of grown, married people sexting one another are a world away from those of teenagers doing it, it’s still just not a good idea.
And I suppose I should be clear here: by sexting, I’m talking about sending photos/videos to your significant other. I’m not talking about flirty/sexy, plain-text texts. I realize these both technically fit the definition, but one can be a fun way of building anticipation and facilitating closeness with your spouse, and one, well, as I’m about to explain, has a lot of drawbacks.
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So, after my post yesterday, I was contacted concerning Groupon Coupons… which I’ll confess, I had never heard of before.
But they’re actually pretty cool! You can use them for dates, like I talked about yesterday (since they have coupons for activities, restaurants, that kind of thing), but they appear that they’d mostly be great to use for everyday expenses like housewares or clothes and shoes.