Donuts, Dresses, and Doing the Damn Thing
Today was the first full day with my wife and son away at camp. Just me and the girls at home. We got up early and went to get donuts and watch the sunrise. It’s something I didn’t do until my 30s, and I want to make sure they don’t miss those little joys. It was sweet. Simple. Worth it. After that, we chilled for a bit, then I dropped them off at my in-laws around 9am. The plan was to spend the whole day as Michelle—lean into a full-on housewife fantasy and surprise my wife by deep-cleaning the house while she’s gone. And I mean... I sort of did that. But also? I went out as Michelle. Like, OUT out. Not just a walk around the block. Like, errands. In public. Fully dressed. I was terrified . Like full-body shaking, heart-pounding nervous. I’ll have a full post about it on the main blog tomorrow if you're curious, but short version? I chickened out on two restaurants, managed to get groceries, chickened out again, and finally got lunch at a gas station . Yeah. Big trans gi...