Showing posts with label married life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label married life. Show all posts

Thursday, August 13, 2009


I am a creature of Habit. That's right. Habit with a capitol "H". I like consistency. I like things to be the same. Now this is not to say I don't handle change well. I'm not scared of it. I think it is usually the only thing that you can count on. I expect change to happen in my daily life at work and at home. However, there are certain times and places that I NEED to remain consistent. My routines for instance.

I like my routines. They settle me. I'm a pretty high stress person, constantly on the go and my routines give me an opportunity to just chill out. Two examples. When I get off of work I do the exact same thing every time I walk in the door.
  1. Hang up my keys.
  2. Put away my purse and computer bag.
  3. Go to the bathroom.
  4. Put on my pajamas.
  5. Check the phone.
  6. Sit down.
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Yes this probably makes me somewhat of a weirdo but doing this totally de-stresses me. It's my way of shaking off my day. My other very important (to me of course) routine is my morning routine. Hubby gets up very early to leave for work and is always home by the time I get back. So my mornings are my one time of the day that is all mine. The TV is off (which it NEVER is any other time), I open up all the doors and windows, I eat my breakfast and check my email, FB, etc. Then it is shower time, make the bed, put my make-up on, do my hair, make my lunch, get dressed and out the door. Sometimes I listen to the radio while I'm doing this and sometimes I just enjoy the quiet. And it's usually one of the very few times that my dog is actually quiet too! Plus, I'm not a morning person so this is my way of waking up and dealing with the morning.

Most my husbands day's off are during the week when my little morning routine plays out. And because he wakes up so early everyday I don't ever get up before him. By the time I am up he is getting out of bed and turning on the TV and clearing his throat and basically being the loudest person known to man. And this puts me in a GREAT mood. As you can imagine it would for any Type A, everything-in-its-place-and-a-place-for-everything, morning hatin' person. Plus, I'm pregnant. Barrel 'o monkeys.

This was one of those mornings. I was grumpy from the moment my feet hit the floor. And there he was, my beloved, yawning as loud as he possibly can and immediately turning on ESPN. And there I was a crazy woman ready to rip his head off. You would have thought I was 16 again with all the huffing and puffing and stomping my feet I did. And then when I got in the shower and the water went cold, OH YEAH. Joy unspeakable. So here I was making a fool of myself, stomping around the house, mumbling under my breath when it hit me. Like a ton a bricks. Myself said, "HELLO YOU CRAZY IDIOT?! How about instead of acting like a big fat baby you actually ASK him for help. Ask him to leave the TV off until you leave and explain to him why!" Well I really blew myself away with that one. Be reasonable? Who'de a thunk it?

So that's what I did. I sat down next to Hubby and explained my predicament and he said, "Okay" and turned the TV off. Blessed silence. Just goes to show that sometimes husbands really do listen and wives get just a little too overwrought.

(Also yea, I do realize that I am in for a VERY RUDE AWAKENING in about 6 months. I realize that EVERY little routine I have is about to be thrown out the window. Baby steps people. Baby steps.)

Sunday, April 26, 2009


I. Am. Exhausted. Truly. We had an amazing shower for my soon-to-be-sister-in-love yesterday so this past week leading up to it has worn me out(which I will post all about when I get the pictures all prettied up). I slept 10 hours last night. TEN. Blessed wonderful sleep. I could literally sleep ten more. But I figured I better try to dig hubby and I out of the grime we are under, perhaps cook the poor dear some actual dinner instead of just pointing to the fridge and spend some ACTUAL time with him. He said to me a few days ago, "Are you ever coming home?" EXHAUSTED. And I don't even have kids yet. Crap. I'm screwed. How do you ladies do it?

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Saturday, February 7, 2009


I got home from work the other day and my dear husband sat there on the couch with an expectant look on his face. He has been off this week and ALL UP IN MY GRILL 24/7, but that is a whole other blog post. As we chitchatted and I rushed around dumping my computer, purse, lunch bag, changing my clothes, etc. he continued to just look at me. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore. "Notice anything different?", he says. I look around. "Nope." He gets this horrified, hurt look on his face and says, "I cleaned the toilets! Mine and yours! And I vacuumed the front room!" Ladies, I hadn't even GONE INTO THE BATHROOM (and I don't clean his bathroom. See here.). Here this man sat laid across the couch with a Diet Coke in one hand and the remote in the other as I (DEEP BREATH): changed my clothes, fed the dog, started a load of laundry, straightened the front room, started pulling out the stuff for dinner, and washed the dishes and he was HURT because I didn't notice the toilets? AND he wants to know what is for dinner? DEEP BREATH. This is also the same man that can't pour a drink without dripping it all over the counter, thinks his bathroom is the dumping ground for all thing smelly, believes our very small table is meant to be his dresser, and leaves dirty wine glasses laying around. DEEP BREATH. I very sweetly thanked him, kissed him and told him it helped a lot. Then I continued about the tasks of keeping our lives running.

Monday, November 17, 2008

One year, 12 months, 365 days

My love,

Exactly one year ago you and I stood before a congregation of our friends and family and pledged our love. We promised to stand together through the good and the bad and to always love each other. We said I do and decided then to walk together for the rest of our lives.
A mere 365 days ago.

I clearly remember our vows, thanks to Michelle's advice. I concentrated so hard on you and your eyes and what you were saying. And when it was my turn my heart soared and I knew in that moment I was secure and where I belonged. You squeezed my hands as you repeated your vows. Do you remember that? And your gaze didn't shift for a moment. You stared hard into my eyes and I felt like I could see our future. When it was my turn I spoke as clearly as I could. I wanted to be sure that they all heard. That they were all witnesses of my love and dedication. They were there to see us start our journey.
photo by Memory Journalists

This past year has been interesting to say the least. We've moved twice, lost jobs, transferred job, found jobs, moved in with my folks and have lived practically on top of each other. It hasn't always been fun, but the good has so far out weighed the bad. Do remember laying on the couch laughing at Georgia spaz out? Do you remember our disasterous Valentine's day? What about that SUPER SPICY steak? I wouldn't trade these memories for anything in the world. You are my best friend. When I'm upset I just want to be in your arms. When something funny happens, you are the first person I want to tell about it. There is no where else I would rather be then wrapped up in your arms.

Photo by Memory Journalists .

This coming year is going to be very interesting for us. The new jobs, moving yet one more time (hopefully for awhile!) and whatever else may come our way. Being in SF this past month has just solidified for me my love for you. I miss you daily, sometimes by the minute. And I appreciate you more. I know that whatever is ahead of us may challenge us but we can deal with it. I can deal with anything if I know that you are there.

Photo by Memory Journalists.

When people ask me about you, us and our future I think of our wedding day. The morning before specifically. I was at my mom's house surrounded by all my girls and little things were going wrong here and there. People around me were crying and freaking out at different moments, but not me. I couldn't stop smiling. I remember dad talking to me and asking me how I was. I told him I was great, excited and so happy. He told me I seemed so calm. I looked at him and said, "Of course! What's to worry about? I'm making the best decision of my life!"

I love you with all my heart. I can't wait for the next 365. Happy Anniversary.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


I just have one thing to say about men. )*(&#:l<>

And that's all I have to say about that.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I think I'm rubbing off on him. YES!

My hubby is not neat and clean. And that's saying it nicely (just ask my SIL who had the pleasure of living with his messy butt for a year). Love you honey but it simply is true. And I am. Of course. POLAR OPPOSITES. Seriously, my motto is "Everything in it's place and a place for everything" and his is "The middle of this hallway looks like a great place to drop my dirty clothes." GRRRRRRRRRRRR.

So imagine my surprise, excitement, and pure joy when I came home to find this:

That's right. He organized. And at no prodding from his Wifey. I seriously had nothing to do with this. He did it all on his own. I almost wet myself when I saw it. I mean the beauty of the folded pants and the organized shoes. HALLELUJAH! He's catching my crazy!
Oh and HERE is the other thing! It's been like this for ALMOST TWO WEEKS! I just swooned.

I must be rubbing off on him.

My husband is not a neat, clean person. He just isn't. Dare I say we are completely opposite in this area. Where I love nothing better than an hour spent organizing my junk, he would rather spend that hour making a bigger mess.

So IMAGINE my surprise to to come home to this:

I'm not sure anyone can understand my shock and amazement (well, maybe the Chicken AKA Hubby's sister, who had the pleasure of my Hubby residing with her for about a year.) when I saw this. It may not seem like much to you but TRUST ME, this is HUGE. Is it possible that my Hubby is becoming NEAT? Hallelujah, we may have had a breakthrough.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Suzy vs Me

So I was talking to one of my girlfriends the other day (Shut Up Shari). She is fairly newly married herself. Only about 2 years in. Anyway we were talking about being married and how things change including your expectation of yourself, your spouses expectations of you, etc. Anyone that knows me knows that I have always been the career girl. I've always been too busy to worry about cooking, baking or anything of that nature. I was climbing the ladder and fighting the crowds to get to the top.
But what happens when you get married? I find myself suddenly under this pressure to be the perfect little Wifey. And it comes from no where in particular. It's not as if the Hubby is standing over me demanding I be his perfect little homemaker. But I feel it. I feel it everytime someone comes to our little homestead. I want to make sure it is clean and smells good, candles lit and I should have homemade cookies ready for them. In fact when my parents came to visit for the first time I felt SO guilty I didn't have anything to cook for them for dinner. They weren't orginally planning on staying for dinner but I begged them to hang out so they did. It wasn't my fault there wasn't a plan but I seriously felt like a bad hostess!
So where does this pressure come from? I think it's just ingrained in us as women. Sort of like that maternal instinct. I just figured mine was broken after laying dormant for so long. Apparently not so. So I run around doing all my usual stuff but also suddenly trying to be this super Suzy Homemaker with the homemade meals, the perfectly clean house, not a dirty shirt to be found and a happy husband. I'm wondering how long this will last. I wonder if I will lose myself in this shift. I hope not. I kind of like who I've become. I survived my 20's to become someone I really like in my 30's. I don't want to lose that. So I have to find a way to merge my inner Suzy Homemaker with my personality I've always had. I'll let you know how it goes. Right now, I have to make a cake.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Love is a battlefield

Ah, married life. The joining of two hearts and minds into one. And the joining of two people's stuff, baggage, attitudes, blah, blah, blah. When you have two people that have two very different opinions of how they should behave and what they should do, level of cleanliness, what is appropriate behavior, etc. . .well, it can get ugly. I felt that when I was getting married I had a very realistic idea of how things should be considering I have many friends and a sister that are married and they have all been very vocal about marriage and what is true and what is not. So I felt somewhat prepared to deal with the fact that we are two very different people with different ideas on how to deal with things. What I WASN'T prepared for was the fact that there is NO WHERE TO GO! That's right. I'm stuck. Having never lived together before we haven't had to experience this. But we are now. And my friends, this two bedroom at times feels like a very small square box. So the lessons in married life continue. Next week's lesson. . .I'm sure it will be interesting.