Pray for my husband… he never knows if he’s coming home to a crypt keeper or a queen. Like will he be greeted by the mysterious woman in the Adam Sandler-inspired lounge set whose hair hasn’t seen shampoo since last Tuesday, or by a radiant goddess in a colorful romper with a perfectly curated bun, hoops big enough to lasso the moon, and a strut that says, “Let’s take this town and maybe a margarita too”? One day I’m crawling across the floor like the ghost of laundry past, the next I’m giving main character energy in head-to-toe fabulousness like it’s the Met Gala and preschool pickup rolled into one. It’s a thrilling mystery every time he walks through the door—will it be “hot mess who forgot to reheat her coffee” or “hot mama who’s serving sidewalk runway realness”? This man didn’t just marry a woman… he married a whole spectrum of vibes. God bless him. He’s just trying to keep up. Comment “Look” To Shop humor marriagehumor marriedlife marriedlifebelike reels reelitfeelit relatable relatablemom funnycouples funnycouple LTKStyleTip LTKSummerEdit LTKFindsUnder50