Why I Don't Argue With My Husband
Arguing is something I grew up overhearing my parents do almost on a daily basis. My father would get upset and raise his voice. Sometimes my mom would do the same, but she did her best to remain calm. After they would both calm down I’d go to my mom, who would complain to me about my father. I’d ask her if he was all these things, why did she marry him? She would always respond with, “That’s a good question, I don’t know why I married him.” And somehow these two will be celebrating 40 years of marriage inWhy I Don’t Argue With My Husband
Arguing is something I grew up overhearing my parents do almost on a daily basis. My father would get upset and raise his voice. Sometimes my mom would do the same, but she did her best to remain calm. After they would both calm down I’d go to my mom, who would complain to me about my father. I’d ask her if he was all these things, why did she marry him? She would always respond with, “That’s a good question, I don’t know why I married him.” And somehow these two will be celebrating 40 years of marriage inPeople Treat Me Differently Now That I Had A VBAC
When people asked me about my first birthing experience, I would mention that I had a C-section. That’s all I had to say before their faces would change, signifying their lack of interest in hearing me out. You see, having a child cut out of you isn’t considered a real birthing experience in the eyes of most women. And that, to me, is just wrong. When I opened up about my VBAC, people were always curious. They seemed to welcome me with open arms into what seems to be a motherhood cult. I was happy to be welcomed, but I also noticedPeople Treat Me Differently Now That I Had A VBAC
When people asked me about my first birthing experience, I would mention that I had a C-section. That’s all I had to say before their faces would change, signifying their lack of interest in hearing me out. You see, having a child cut out of you isn’t considered a real birthing experience in the eyes of most women. And that, to me, is just wrong. When I opened up about my VBAC, people were always curious. They seemed to welcome me with open arms into what seems to be a motherhood cult. I was happy to be welcomed, but I also noticedHow To Convert Different Areas In Your Home Into Office Space
Whether you have a table in the kitchen or a nook in your room, you have space in your home for an office. Just because you don’t have a designated room for you to work, doesn’t mean you don’t have the space. I would know. I’ve contemplated several times whether or not I should purchase a chair for the corner desk in our room. And by corner desk, I mean the desk that ends up holding whatever we wore that day… along with the clothes I had on the bed and was going to fold but completely forgot about them
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Month: January 2016
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