|
#1
|
||||
|
||||
|
I think maybe a post-wedding journal might be fun to do. I'm not really sure what I'll talk about or how often I'll update it, but it might be a bizarre read once in a while for those of you bored enough to open the link.
Yesterday was our 3 week anniversary! Ha. We celebrated by agreeing that it felt like it was a million years ago. I'm almost out the door to go back to Vegas again (well, about 3 weeks away), something I'm really looking forward to, so with the anticipation of the UPCOMING trip the one that I just barely got back from seems like a distant memory! Yes, I go too much - I'm more than aware... It'll be good though, since I'm going to go to San Fran first. My MOH hasn't popped yet, but that kid is going to come any minute. So 3 weeks from now she'll definitely be a mommy and will probably be really greatful for an extra set of hands by that point. It'll be weird though - surreal - to see my best friend who I've known since my first day of college, a time marked by drinking and stupidity and boy chasing and a lack of responsibility, be somebody's MOM. Yeah, I know people do it all the time, but I think the fact that I'm not THERE - in that place where I feel capable or competent to be somebody's mom, not to mention my lack of interest in that subject - and to have my best friend take a leap into that level of responsibility and "grown uppedness" just seems crazy to me. She's ready for it though. She's had some hard times and it's nice to see her land on her feet in a place that she wants to be. This marriage is actually her second - her first husband died when we were 27 - he had cancer and it was terminal by the time the doctors realized what was making his stomach hurt. They had been married a couple of years and were talking about kids at that point, so that tragedy - he died so quickly - could have been the end of that dream for her. She could have rolled up in a ball and stayed in bed for a year. But she proved resilient and went to counseling and really worked through her grief and when she was ready for love again it was there, and her new husband is AWESOME. They met on the same internet site that DH and I met on, and he was the first guy she talked to on there too. It was like - BAM - nice guy, he moves in, they get married and now she's pregnant. They moved so fast. She was still with her first husband when I met DH - we're slow movers, what can I say. She and her new husband married a year before we did, also in Las Vegas. So we pretty much share an anniversary and a city, and for the rest of our lives we can always use that as an excuse to go back there every March. Anyway, so, yes, SF first - see the kid - and then head out to Vegas. Everything is so cheap right now because of the poor economy, and with DH wanting me out of the house, I was more than willing to oblige. I think a lot of people think it's weird that we're so willing to spend significant amounts of time apart - happily and voluntarily - but I think it's healthy. I really do believe that separation really does make the heart grow fonder. I think that's a good sign of trust - that we trust each other to do our own thing without hesitation. Ok, enough of my ramblings for now. I'm sure there will be more to come. |
|
#2
|
||||
|
||||
|
I look forward to reading your post-wedding journal!
|
|
#3
|
||||
|
||||
|
So today I finally decided to deal with the pile. You know, after all the planning and organizing and chaos that goes into a wedding, I just didn't want to deal with the aftermath. Hence, the pile. 45 disposable cameras that needed to be developed, wedding attire in a pile in the kitchen waiting to be dry cleaned (yeah, I said it - rolled up in a ball and all), pro photos yet to be ordered, taxes yet to be filed...you get the idea.
So this morning was a mad rush to try to get things done. I wanted to see my kitchen counter again. And, with a massive amount of scurrying and driving to and fro, I have space to use a cutting board again. What did DH do this morning? Play World of Warcraft. Eh, it's not his fault. He's not a detail guy. I did get him to look over the photos last night - finally - to get his opinion on which ones should be enlarged. We picked some really great ones though and I'm super excited. It's funny, because ever since he lost his job back in November, he suddenly seems to realize the amount of stuff I DO, in addition to my job. I think he thought I had a little genie that came in here and she twitched her nose and the laundry was suddenly done and all those little food items in the refrigerator, that he enjoys so much, suddenly just appeared. Yes, he still has a lot he has to do - law school plus Trial Advocacy Honors Board adds up to a lot, but he does suddenly seem to appreciate the fact that somebody - um, me - has to clean up the toothpaste when you accidentally squeeze it out on the counter and then it dries and gets crusty and then somebody has to come along and scrape it off. I guess when you have to WATCH your loved one do it suddenly you have a crisis of conscience. I don't actually complain about the cleaning. I'd rather do it myself then have it not done at all. That was how he ran his life until he moved in here. Dirty dishes didn't get washed - they got hidden in the oven when company came over. No joke. I've always been a little compulsive about cleaning, almost enjoy doing it - almost, and there's no way, even if he wasn't a slob, that he could live up to my standards. So if you want something done right, you do it yourself. And I'm cool with it. I'm sometimes not cool with the crusted toothpaste, but I live with it. So here's an interesting "after the wedding" note - I can't say husband. I was barely used to fiance! So now I'll say "my boyfrie...fian...husband" because I forget constantly that we're married. It'll be even worse when I get around to - if I get around to - changing my name. People will think I'm an identity theif who's really bad at her con job. More to come - Happy Monday! |
|
#4
|
||||
|
||||
|
I'm a piles person too and I hate how everything ends up in the kitchen. For us it's the island in the kitchen as well as the kitchen table we never use...lol
But FH probably does more cleaning then me - he gets 4 days off a week compared to my 2 since he works 4 12 hour days and then he gets 4 days off...So thats just how it's lined up. So yay for getting piles cleaned up...lol And for DH realizing how much you do. |
|
#5
|
||||
|
||||
|
Quote:
|
|
#6
|
||||
|
||||
|
Just saw this. And I think my DH thinks we have a cleaning fairy as well......still waiting for his conscience crisis...HA!
![]() Yay for reclaiming your kitchen! |
|
#7
|
||||
|
||||
|
MY husband does that every day
**** WOW |
|
#8
|
||||
|
||||
|
Welcome back! How was the wedding?
|
|
#9
|
||||
|
||||
|
Thank you! It went really well! Ecept for being so nervous everyone thought I was gonna pass out!
|
|
#10
|
||||
|
||||
|
Quote:
![]() BTW, I have a ever shrinking pile in my dinning room/ kitchen. DH and I were talking about the fact that everything gets dumped in the kitchen. Strange to hear that we aren't the only ones. Last but not least, I hate, hate, hate the crusted toothpaste! lol |
![]() |
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
|
|