Reinvent with Your Family Getting Your House in Order
I was four years into being a stay-at-home mom. Though I was still enjoying the kids and glad I had given the past few years to them, I was starting to get restless. There were times when my husband and I were out, and I felt that everyone else had such interesting things to talk about, while all I could add was an uh huh or oh yeah. The proverbial straw for me, however, came on a random Saturday morning. I lay in bed with my kids watching some inane cartoon while my husband was in the other room paying bills. He didn’t tell me that he was paying bills, but I could tell from the audible grunts, moans, and f-bombs he was throwing around.
I casually walked in to inform him that the ...