Andreas and I have been living together since 1998, and for the most part, we’re pretty solid domestic partners. Basically, ANY TIME we notice the other has done something around the house, we tell them how much we appreciate them. Then, the appreciation started morphing into a little song…
Marrying into the military can be scary, especially for those of us who don’t always follow the status quo. However, one thing with the military that isn’t talked about too much is that all sorts of people join.
If my current house was an analogy of a clown puking all over everything — which is a description I’ve heard — the new house would make that same clown drop dead from sadness. What can I do?!
Part one: let’s make a pledge for a sexy bedroom. Part two: now that it’s tidy and sex-ready, let’s talk about making a little home movie.
I had three years to settle into My Way before my then-fiance moved into my house. And we learned I’m not very good at sharing my space. After a very tense month of Mo walking on eggshells and me taking the brunt of the housework, I realized something needed to give… and that thing was me.
Oh lord, I hope my father never reads this post, or else he’ll find out that he gave my husband one of our favorite “marital aids” without even knowing it.
When we set up the bed, I realized I was terrified. The mattress was SO WHITE, and I desperately wanted it to stay that way. Ten years of sleeping on mattresses stained with other people’s bodily fluids had done me in. I became obsessed with keeping the mattress clean…
SO MANY COUPLES (or roommates, or families) have the deadly combo of packrat + neat freak. When your organizational styles clash, what can you do to ease the tension?