Motherhood isn’t filtered and neither is this blog. Crumbs on the floor, chaos in the air, and stories that stick to you.

People assume that after you’ve been married long enough, the arguments become predictable.
You know the ones.
Whose turn it is to do dishes.
Who forgot to take the trash out.
Who left a wet towel on the bed like some kind of sociopath.
But that’s amateur marriage.