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Committed: The Ties that Bond

with Angella Dykstra

I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.

Check out my Work It, Mom! profile and my blog, Dutch Blitz.

Why I need him

Categories: love, marriage


This past month has been a hard one (SEPTEMBER, GAH)(But it’s October now. YAY) and this past week has been particularly horrible. We finally got into our routine (ish) after a rough start to the beginning of the school year. I’d had a stomach bug while he was on a (long-awaited) hunting trip and upon his return he got the same stomach bug and then there were coughs and colds thrown on top of school drop-offs and pick-ups and sorting out daycare and what not.

Then, this week, I started having nightmares in the first time in, oh, FOREVER. Waking up completely terrified, heart racing, and so, so scared to go back to sleep. And if that wasn’t enough to make me (crazy, and) exhausted, a certain monthly “visitor” arrived. While I always have a hard time with it (and have for twenty-four years now)(I AM OLD), I also have prescription painkillers that usually keep me from spending days in the fetal position. Usually. This week, they merely took the edge off.

The sun has been shining (which usually does wonders for me) but I have been a weepy mess. Not all day, no, but more than I’m happy about. Especially since I work in a professional office. It seems like my body has decided to join September in kicking my arse and is letting it all get to me. Yesterday was better than the day before, thankfully, but I’ve still been pretty loco.

This is where my (sane, rational, calm) husband comes in. He listens to my crazy and calms me down. He hears my fears about nightmares and prays for me. He sees how fragile I am and doesn’t call me on my ridiculousness for a few days because he knows that will do no good. He hugs me, wipes my tears away and loves me unconditionally.

I don’t know how I’d live without him.

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2 comments so far...

  • Wow. Good score.

    Danica Grunert  |  October 1st, 2010 at 9:34 am

  • yep, you got a good one.

    big hugs, lady.


    hillary  |  October 1st, 2010 at 1:52 pm