Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Everyday connections with my husband

Headed to market. Need anything?

Bread. French not sourdough, yogurt, Starbucks

Make coffee at home

Just bring me one

Texting has become the lifeline between me and my husband. At first it was just during work hours when we would tap out sentences to one another between the hours of 7 a.m.-4:30 p.m., keying one another into our daily happenings.

We continue to text each other when we were in separate rooms of the house after our daughters were born, especially when one of the girl’s was asleep in one room while the other was playing quietly in another.

She’s asleep


Keep BB quiet. Putting B in crib.

<thumbs up emoji>

Sometimes, on those tough nights when both girls are acting up and all we want to do is throw our hands up and say “forget this!,” we send each other texts of statements that would be too inappropriate to voice in the presence of our girls.

WTF is happening???

I need a beer

Wine. Stat

Those quick comments help to remind us we are on the same team; in this parenting thing together.
Of course, there are also times when our texting conversations are terse if we’re in the throes of an argument:

What do you want from Trader Joes?


Thought you needed to make a market run???

Don’t do me any favors.

Luckily both of us have settled down by the end of the day, having gotten it all out by taking little jabs at each other through text, that the issue can be dropped. And if it’s not, we discuss (or whisper argue) in our bedroom once the girls are in bed.

My favorite texts are the ones sent just because something reminded us of one another: a funny gif of Dave Chapelle, French bulldogs, a picture of one of our daughters being remarkable cute or links to articles of interest.

Oh no, more Gilmore girls! (a text he sent with a link to an article of the show’s revival on Netflix)


Some people may tsk tsk our reliance cell phones and that’s okay. Texting allows us these small snippets of time to reconnect throughout the day or at times when we need it the most.

Can you pick up some bread on the way home???


And a Starbucks. Venti. I love you!

Love you too.