A few weeks ago I forgot my phone at home. I equated it to leaving my shoes at home.
I left my phone at home today. I considered turning around to go get it but I was past the midway point in my commute. It was a tough decision. It wasn't the traffic I would face that made me stop. It was my inclination to simply lay my head back down and go to sleep until noon. That might chap my boss so I elected to go to work without it.
So... here I sit counting the minutes until I get it back.
Actually my life is a little more peaceful without it. It's odd how bound we are to our devices. I can claim I have an elderly parent who needs to reach me as my excuse. Really, I have a husband who I'm nuts about. I still get excited when I see that he's texted me.
I know we've been together long enough for that to fade. I still remember when we first started dating we'd sneak texts to each other all day. They were rarely about anything important, but my heart would jump a little when I saw his name on the notification. You'd think over a year and a half later with an engagement and marriage behind us that would go away but it hasn't. I still smile when I see it's him. It could be a grocery list, a naughty text or even a grumble about his day at work and I still smile when I see his name.
We sicken our friends. We are so crazy about each other my friends are groaning and rolling their eyes. I'm not sure about his friends but I'd bet it's similar. He went to a concert with a friend on Friday and spent the night on his friend's couch. He woke up early in the morning and told his friend's roommate that he needed to get home to see his woman. That made me smile. I love being "his woman."
So if you're reading this and you groan, I accept that I earned it. I accept that we're the sickeningly cute newlyweds. One friend said we were such newlyweds and after 20 years of marriage I'll be begging him to spend the night on his friend's couch. All I can say is at this point, I hope so, because 20 years with him sounds really nice.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
One month
So we've officially been married and lived together for a month. We haven't tried to kill each other so I'd say things are going well.
We've learned a lot about each other. For starters, I am not a morning person. To give you an example, I staggered into the bathroom one morning to take a shower and he said, "That's not your cute face." I made a motion that I perceived to be a smile and he said, "Nice try." It was more of a grimace. We haven't tried that again.
Here's what I've taken away from the last month is that he has really adapted well to being a husband, living with two feisty women, one of them being his mother-in-law. He has been polite, friendly and considerate. He tries to accommodate both mine and my mother's needs. He is forgiving of her snack habit that usually includes eating his snacks. He is good to my cats. Most importantly, he's good to me. He makes it seem effortless and I know Mom and I are both very expressive women.
In the time we've been together I've lost my temper twice. Once was during this last month and I conceded that I was a bitch and felt guilty about it. He agreed that I was a bitch and accepted my apology. But here's the scenario:
We've already established my morning characteristics. I was in the shower doing my best to melt my grimace into at least a more malleable shape when he drops not one, but two bottles in the shower. BAM! BAM! Then came the screaming, "GETTHEFUCKOUTOFHERE!" He was trying to apologize and I repeated myself at a higher volume.
I came out of the shower and he acted like nothing had happened. I'd just cussed him out for an accident, twice. He was still trying to hug and kiss on me. I felt really horrible. Here I am, with the nicest guy in the world and I screamed at him. I felt awful.
So, what have I learned? I'm married to the nicest, kindest, most caring and loving man in the world and he's also accident prone. I need to have enough of a grip on myself in the mornings to love and accept him as he is and enjoy what I have all day, not just after 10am.
We've learned a lot about each other. For starters, I am not a morning person. To give you an example, I staggered into the bathroom one morning to take a shower and he said, "That's not your cute face." I made a motion that I perceived to be a smile and he said, "Nice try." It was more of a grimace. We haven't tried that again.
Here's what I've taken away from the last month is that he has really adapted well to being a husband, living with two feisty women, one of them being his mother-in-law. He has been polite, friendly and considerate. He tries to accommodate both mine and my mother's needs. He is forgiving of her snack habit that usually includes eating his snacks. He is good to my cats. Most importantly, he's good to me. He makes it seem effortless and I know Mom and I are both very expressive women.
In the time we've been together I've lost my temper twice. Once was during this last month and I conceded that I was a bitch and felt guilty about it. He agreed that I was a bitch and accepted my apology. But here's the scenario:
We've already established my morning characteristics. I was in the shower doing my best to melt my grimace into at least a more malleable shape when he drops not one, but two bottles in the shower. BAM! BAM! Then came the screaming, "GETTHEFUCKOUTOFHERE!" He was trying to apologize and I repeated myself at a higher volume.
I came out of the shower and he acted like nothing had happened. I'd just cussed him out for an accident, twice. He was still trying to hug and kiss on me. I felt really horrible. Here I am, with the nicest guy in the world and I screamed at him. I felt awful.
So, what have I learned? I'm married to the nicest, kindest, most caring and loving man in the world and he's also accident prone. I need to have enough of a grip on myself in the mornings to love and accept him as he is and enjoy what I have all day, not just after 10am.
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