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.)

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.