Gotta send out a shout out to a qwirky blogger. Just read this blog and love her sense of humor! If only I had the guts to buy myself a 5 foot chicken.
But I guess the mini lesson to be learned from this blog post is "learning to pick your battles". Picking your battles...not something I'm good at (ask my poor husband). I guess that I feel that we are always going a hundred miles an hour, and if I don't address something now, it will get missed. But my husband (a man) needs to be able to process information, not vent it.
I always found it a challenge to wait for the right time, but as a new mom "right times" come so infrequently now. So how do we come to happy medium? Why do I always feel like I am the one who has to bite her tongue? Or does it just feel that way. :(
Maybe the trick is to treat it with a sense of humor. Hmmmm....where can I get a 5 foot chicken?!
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