How to Tame Your Shrew (+ Handy Quiz)

angry big wife with rolling pin screaming at lazy small husband

Hey there husbands! Welcome. I assume you’re on the hunt for some shrew-taming pointers and that, my friend, is exactly what I’m going to share with you. For more on the topic, see: Taming of the Shrew (Or is the Problem You?)

Now, to begin with, you must truly believe that you have the power to turn your shrew into the supportive, happy woman that you long to be with. Just to confirm, I am not referring to an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined by Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.

Ok, so let’s get to work!

This formula: Happy Wife= Happy Life, is the foundation from which you will build upon. Refer to it when times get tough for there may be some rocky patches along your taming journey.

Now, let’s first determine if you have asshole tendencies, which is an essential step in the shrew-taming process. Continue reading

Taming of the Shrew (Or is the Problem You?)

big angry woman and small man on the field

Under her Thumb and you Wanna Run?

Is your wife bossy, moody and difficult?

Does she make you feel like a bird in a cage by hindering your freedom and standing between you and the things that you want to do?

While you’re chillin’ on the couch, just watching the game and having a few beers, does your wife dampen the vibe with her evil eye?

When you go out with your buddies, do you suffer your wife’s wrath the next day or even worse, does she forbid you to go in the first place?

If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, you may, in fact, be living with a shrew. Not an actual rodent-shrew but the human version, defined my Merriam-Webster as: an ill-tempered scolding woman.

But, fret not, my friend. I’m here to help you tame your shrew. Continue reading

Some Silly Rhymes, Inspired by Motherhood

                                                      

                                                                                                            

An Ode to Sleeping In    

The morning is here

I’m in bed, without space,

surrounded by littles

with a foot in my face

Now my neck is all crooked

I’ve just looked at the clock

It’s not even 7!

Sleep in? What a crock. Continue reading