Harmony Hobbs is a freelance writer who navigates the waters of motherhood without any grace or finesse whatsoever. She began her blog (Modern Mommy Madness) because writing costs zero dollars and therapy costs a lot of dollars, and has continued to self-medicate by writing down all the things that she can't say out loud. Harmony is a fan of coffee, wine, and very sturdy undergarments, and can be found on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.
What happens when the sh*t hits the fan? Since killing your partner is not an option, I’m here to offer you some alternatives.
I’d like to say that we take turns selecting what we watch, but that’s not how it goes down over here.
By the time we’re done with that horsesh*t, I usually don’t want to speak to him anymore, let alone sit across the table from him for an hour.
Nothing pisses me off more than an unresponsive spouse.
Because here's the thing: It would be so easy to fall out of love with my husband at this stage.
I was adrift, and maybe I still am, a little bit. But not everything is out of my control.
Perhaps it’s time for me to shut down the computer and start FaceTiming the people who live on my street.