To My Husband: A Day In My Eyes

To My Husband: A Day In My Eyes

A letter to all the husbands who downplay the day to day life of stay at home moms.

Day after day, I see post after post from fellow moms who are complaining about their husbands. The complaint usually goes along the lines of their husbands not appreciating anything they do. My husband is generally a very helpful husband, but if my husband keeps skipping his few tasks that I ask of him, WWIII is about to go down. I’m a writer, so really he’ll be coming home to a letter, and it will go something like this.

Dear husband,

Thank you for being so understanding. Today I changed four impressive poopy diapers. I also scrubbed the wall down where a said diaper was thrown out of the crib and said poop was smeared along the wall. Oh, and I totally sanitized the floor in the bathroom from a completely separate poop incident. I definitely used a color towel to bleach the floor. My bad.

Thank you for being so understanding. I loaded and unloaded the dishwasher twice today. You see, there was a problem with the red sippy cup, even though that was the perfect sippy cup yesterday. I can’t quite explain it because I’m not entirely sure what happened, but I can explain that we went through ten sippy cups before we got the right one today. Not to mention the spoons and their issues.

Thank you for being so understanding. Our bed was made at some point. Actually, it was made four times. For some reason it became a fort at some point with the kids plotting their demise against me. And then the floor was lava. Oh, and I was a monster with a vacuum cleaner today too so our kids hid under the blanket. Who knew that I was a master of all trades?

Thank you for being so understanding. Dinner is not finished. Something magical happened today. The kids learned to share. They decided that the ground beef I had laying on the counter needed to be fed to the dog. The dog thought she had won some kind of prize and went along with it, so no need to feed her tonight. However, a trip to the vet in the very near future might be necessary just to make sure she passes all the plastic.

Thank you for being so understanding. I didn’t do a load of your work clothes today. There was a mud incident yesterday that ended up messing up two baskets full of clothes. Somehow even my clothes were filthy, smothered in mud and I didn’t even play in the mud! Also, there was a crayon that got melted in the dryer, so be thankful none of your shirts are pink. These kids are seriously awesome.

Thank you for being so understanding. I’m probably passed out right now in our bed with no chance of waking up anytime soon. I was up at six am to start breakfast for kids who had nothing better to do than argue over who had more eggs on their plate. Then after sitting through two episodes of Paw Patrol that seemed longer than any Stephen King movie, we attempted to play outside before it started raining. That led to a complete and utter melt down from our kid who has major issues with change. Then lunch happened and you clearly should be able to see how that didn’t go according to plan.

Thank you for being so understanding.


Your wife

PS – I really wouldn’t suggest snuggling with me because I haven’t showered in a week. I like to dream of long, hot showers by myself. Maybe one day.

Cover Image Credit: Jamie W

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To The Girl Struggling With Her Body Image

It's not about the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart, soul, and spirit.


To the girl struggling with her body image,

You are more than the number on the scale. You are more than the number on your jeans and dresses. You are way more than the number of pounds you've gained or lost in whatever amount of time.

Weight is defined as the quantity of matter contained by a body or object. Weight does not define your self-worth, ambition or potential.

So many girls strive for validation through the various numbers associated with body image and it's really so sad seeing such beautiful, incredible women become discouraged over a few numbers that don't measure anything of true significance.

Yes, it is important to live a healthy lifestyle. Yes, it is important to take care of yourself. However, taking care of yourself includes your mental health as well. Neglecting either your mental or physical health will inflict problems on the other. It's very easy to get caught up in the idea that you're too heavy or too thin, which results in you possibly mistreating your body in some way.

Your body is your special, beautiful temple. It harbors all of your thoughts, feelings, characteristics, and ideas. Without it, you wouldn't be you. If you so wish to change it in a healthy way, then, by all means, go ahead. With that being said, don't make changes to impress or please someone else. You are the only person who is in charge of your body. No one else has the right to tell you whether or not your body is good enough. If you don't satisfy their standards, then you don't need that sort of negative influence in your life. That sort of manipulation and control is extremely unhealthy in its own regard.

Do not hold back on things you love or want to do because of how you interpret your body. You are enough. You are more than enough. You are more than your exterior. You are your inner being, your spirit. A smile and confidence are the most beautiful things you can wear.

It's not about the size of your jeans. It's about the size of your mind and heart. Embrace your body, observe and adore every curve, bone and stretch mark. Wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable in your own skin. Do your hair and makeup (or don't do either) to your heart's desire. Wear the crop top you've been eyeing up in that store window. Want a bikini body? Put a bikini on your body, simple.

So, as hard as it may seem sometimes, understand that the number on the scale doesn't measure the amount or significance of your contributions to this world. Just because that dress doesn't fit you like you had hoped doesn't mean that you're any less of a person.

Love your body, and your body will love you right back.

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Poetry On The Odyssey: You Don't Control Me

If I could speak to my anxiety, here is what I'd say.



You have controlled my life for way too long.

My constant fears hold me back from so many things I want to be able to do.

Your presence makes me a person I don't want to be.

You make me feel scared and alone when I know that I am not alone.

You don't control me.

I am not free to be myself when you are around.

There is no use for you, and you should be ashamed for making me feel sick, nervous, fearful, not good enough.

You have been a little monster, harboring inside of me for my whole life.

Whispering "You can't do that" in my ear when I dare to get out of my comfort zone.

You don't control me.

I am fully capable of doing great things and living without you.

I have a wonderful support system of people who believe in me and help me crush you every day as you deserve.

I will be brave, be bold, enjoy life more.

This is me saying "Sayonara Anxiety."

You don't control me.

I am going to take my life back from your filthy grip.

I am going to live the life I've dreamt of.

I am going to be adventurous and take risks.

I am going to be myself.

You don't control me.

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