Reader, here is your reminder and permission slip: When you're feeling resentful, it's often a sign you need to speak up. This story is shared with Kyle's permission 💛 Last week I was doing the dinner and bedtime rush... alone. Kyle was downstairs working late. I'd asked him what time he'd be done, and that time had come and gone. At first I felt fine, but as the minutes ticked by (and I kept checking the clock), my resentment was building. When he finally came upstairs, my resentment reached...

They usually happen once per year: ... and it's over Halloween costumes! Days before Halloween, you can find Kyle (my husband) and I, up way too late working with hot glue, felt, cardboard, and second hand clothing items. We piece together these items, with what we have around the house, to create our Halloween costumes. We love dressing up, especially as a family. But apparently working on projects past midnight, with the stress of a deadline, and differing ideas about how to create our...

Reader, it usually began with trying to find 'modest' clothes. I carried a huge pile of clothes into the dressing room and set them down with a groan of relief. Now the work began. What would pass the modesty standards. First, my pants had to be almost up to my bellybutton. You're thinking, yeah, no problem! But girl, these were the days of low rise jeans. Only grandma's wore pants up to their belly button. Next, my pants couldn't be too tight (another feat, as designers apparently thought...