How I tune my man in a real house. With real kids. In real time.
Five minutes. Any room. Any hour. I tune my man before friction starts. I clear him before chaos builds. I place him before drift sets in.
I live in a real house.
With real children.
With real schedules, real messes, and real love.
Tuning my man isn’t a ritual reserved for candlelit evenings.
It’s a practical, intentional act woven into the fabric of our daily life.
Monday morning: Post-school run reset
The kids are off to school.
The house is momentarily quiet.
I sense his energy; scattered, unfocused.
I say,
“Go to the bedroom; undress; lie down;
bring yourself to the edge.
Don’t finish without me.”
