Fight.

I never discuss arguments that Ryan and I have.

This one was different.

This one made me so angry.

This one, I am going to discuss.

The weather is getting cooler so of course I am wearing my jeans again.

All of my jeans are low-rise. Sorry that I am a mom and I don't wear mom jeans. Whatev. I am 24. I am not overweight. I am ok with my body. Therefore, I still buy low-rise jeans. Yayy me!

Of course, one has to be careful of the low-rise jean. There are a lot of moments while you wear them that you have to make sure your crack is not hanging out.

Believe me, in public I don't bend over and show the whole world my crack. I have a little more couth than that.

Last night, in the privacy of my own home, I bent over and exposed the majority of my crack. {Side note: I blame this on the fact that I have a super high crack. It is almost as if my crack goes up my back.} Anyway, Ryan flipped. I'm talking flipped.

He told me how tired he was with seeing my crack all of the time. He told me that I did not know how to carry myself. Blahblahblah. All laughable statements that I was just brushing off. {PS- I think he is totally PMSing} I had comebacks like, "If I wanted to walk around my house naked all of the time, I could." "Why do you have such a problem with seeing my crack?" "We are at home. We are not in public." "I am the mother of your children, nutjob. You have seen a lot more than my crack, ok?"

Then he said it. "Other girls..." Ok stop right there. What?

I went off. And yes. I went off with my children in the same room as the played in the corner with their toys. {I am totally winning the mother of the year award.}

Do NOT compare me to anyone. Ever. For any reason. Well, unless you want to see my head spin around or you want me to eat you.

I have never cared what people say or think of me. I am who I am.

I go to the grocery store with no makeup on.

I don't always fix my hair.

I am late taking and picking Caroline up from preschool some times.

I let me ass hang out in the privacy of my on home... and in front of the hubs.

I am me and I love it. Sue me.

So, don't ever compare me to someone else. Whether is be one person or just women in general. Don't compare me. I don't care what other girls do, wear, or say. I am NOT other girls. I am Hailey and I let my crack show.

Anyway, the fight ended with me going upstairs to shower. I left him downstairs with the children.

Nothing else has been discussed about the ass issue.

I can tell you one thing though, Ryan is SUPER insecure about ass cracks. I'm.just.sayin'.

So, if you ever come to visit, be sure to pull your pants down so that they lay just above the crackage. Also, be sure to bend over and expose said crackage to my husband. I am totally giving you permission.
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