Send Help! And Wine…

Sometimes I swear my husband and I speak entirely different languages.

Him: “Did you put back the thing?”

Me: “No… is there one down there or do I need another one?”

Him: proceeds to explain what the “thing” is.

Me: “Yes, I know what it is—do we have one or do I need a new one?”

Him: explains what the thing is again.

Me: stares, sighs, starts to talk… “Okay.” storms off shaking head dramatically.

I genuinely want to communicate better, but let’s be honest—patience is in short supply these days. Between Thaddeus yelling “Mommy! I’M GOING TO FOLLOW YOU WHEREVER YOU GO!” (and absolutely following through on that promise), Jazmyn crying because she can’t have her third snack before dinner, and Phoebe losing her mind every time I dare to set her down… I’m just trying to survive.

So, if anyone has tips for decoding husband-speak—or toddler logic—please share. Until then, I’ll be over here whispering sweet nothings to my glass of wine.

Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.