It was one of those nights where nothing felt easy and everything felt like a grind. The kids were hungry, dinner was taking too long, we didn't have enough clean silverware, we were out of ketchup. You know, those kinds of things, nothing huge, just the regular-ol'-day-to-day stuff. But something was definitely different about the air that night. There was a static, a mild hostility, an edge to it.
My husband and I were talking about hamburgers (I know, exciting stuff). Do we have buns? Can you grab the pickles? Should we make a salad? The kind of regular ...Read More