Dear Diary, I’ve been a wife for nearly a year. Which, in homestead time, is basically a decade, especially when you’ve spent every moment of every day being disciplined. But recently? Nada. Zilch. Crickets. Is my husband getting tired of me? Or did I accidentally brat my way into good behavior? Either way, I’m starting to lose it. I miss the rules, the structure, the… attention. Little do I know, Silas has something up his sleeve to celebrate our first anniversary. Something that might just prevent me from sitting down for the next fiscal year.