I have been married for a year. Pretty crazy, huh? Well, more than a year now. Our anniversary was on May 20th, but don't be hatin' just because I'm a little late with this post. I thought I'd write a little list of the things I've learned through marriage.
I don't cook nearly as much as I should. I like to cook, it's just that it seems we're always out doing something and never home. Or we get home really late, and by that time all I want to do is go to sleep.
If something is broken, Dave will not stop until he finds a solution to fix it. He will stay up until the early hours of the morning to figure out how he's going to fix a leaky shower, a broken curtain rod, or his model airplane he's crashed 5 times. This is one thing that drives me NUTS, but he usually finds a solution.
It's impossible to get caught up on laundry. It's like it magically appears in the basket. I'm sure all of you "veterans" are laughing right about now. I know, I know, it will be a million times worse when I have kids.
I thought marriage would feel different. Like my life would suddenly change, and I would be completely different from when I was single. But that's not how it is. I'm still the same person, there just happens to be a dude in my apartment.
Things get easier as time goes on. A bunch of people told me this, but I guess I had to live it to really understand it. It's not like Dave and I were at each others throats all the time, but you do have to get used to living with someone else and meeting halfway on things.
Marriage is fun. Whether we're refinishing a table or on a road trip, Dave and I are usually laughing and joking around.
Boys are gross. It's not that I didn't already know this, but I had hoped it would be different once I got married. Nope! Dave farmer blows in the shower just like my brothers. No shame. But it's okay, because I still love him. And I still love my brothers... on occasion :) Just kidding!
Renting really stinks. I will not be sad when we own our own house. As I type this, I'm listening to the neighbor's baby scream. Not to mention they have control over the thermostat, and anytime they flush the toilet while I'm in the shower, I have to go to the emergency room to get treatment for my third degree burns. Okay, so that's a little dramatic, but the water feels boiling hot! But as they say, experiences like this will only make you appreciate owning your own place even more.
I lucked out. Seriously. Dave is a great match for me. When I'm all hopped up on a hormonal BC rage, he's usually able to calm me down and make me smile. *Is that TMI talking about BC and hormones on a blog? Oh well...*
If something is broken, Dave will not stop until he finds a solution to fix it. He will stay up until the early hours of the morning to figure out how he's going to fix a leaky shower, a broken curtain rod, or his model airplane he's crashed 5 times. This is one thing that drives me NUTS, but he usually finds a solution.
It's impossible to get caught up on laundry. It's like it magically appears in the basket. I'm sure all of you "veterans" are laughing right about now. I know, I know, it will be a million times worse when I have kids.
I thought marriage would feel different. Like my life would suddenly change, and I would be completely different from when I was single. But that's not how it is. I'm still the same person, there just happens to be a dude in my apartment.
Things get easier as time goes on. A bunch of people told me this, but I guess I had to live it to really understand it. It's not like Dave and I were at each others throats all the time, but you do have to get used to living with someone else and meeting halfway on things.
Marriage is fun. Whether we're refinishing a table or on a road trip, Dave and I are usually laughing and joking around.
Boys are gross. It's not that I didn't already know this, but I had hoped it would be different once I got married. Nope! Dave farmer blows in the shower just like my brothers. No shame. But it's okay, because I still love him. And I still love my brothers... on occasion :) Just kidding!
Renting really stinks. I will not be sad when we own our own house. As I type this, I'm listening to the neighbor's baby scream. Not to mention they have control over the thermostat, and anytime they flush the toilet while I'm in the shower, I have to go to the emergency room to get treatment for my third degree burns. Okay, so that's a little dramatic, but the water feels boiling hot! But as they say, experiences like this will only make you appreciate owning your own place even more.
I lucked out. Seriously. Dave is a great match for me. When I'm all hopped up on a hormonal BC rage, he's usually able to calm me down and make me smile. *Is that TMI talking about BC and hormones on a blog? Oh well...*
Also, for those of you wondering, Dave will be leaving for Officer Training School around July 24th. He'll be in Alabama for three months, and I'll most likely be living in Rexburg during that time. It's really going to stink being separated for that long, but I keep telling myself it could always be worse.
When he returns, we'll be moving to Albuquerque (I almost got that without spell check. Dang it! Maybe next time), and he'll be working at Kirtland Air Force Base. He'll be working as an electrical engineer for their space program. We're pretty excited about the move, but we want visitors! So don't be shy.
8 comments:
I'm so happy you're happy! I will be husbandless and in Rexburg all of August too! We will have to get together like old times ( plus Brett and Dantzel).
I didn't know you were so anti-farmer. What are your feelings about ranchers?
I love the line "I'm still the same person, there just happens to be a dude in my apartment." So funny!
I'm so with you on the boys being gross. Makes me want to puke just thinking about farmer blowing.
Yes, boys are gross. I was very lucky in having a brother that's very anal when it comes to hygiene and cleanliness. He was not at all bad to share a bathroom with. Jared isn't bad, either. But, the farmer blows took some getting used to. And I really get sick of cleaning up the "shaving stubble" from around the sink. Small price to pay I guess for having a man who goes to work everyday to take care of me and does the dishes for me. I guess I won't complain :)
Farmer blowing is better than swallowing.
Or you could just blow your nose when you get OUT... Just sayin.
The convenience factor is just too high too justify waiting.
Guys, it's called a snot rocket. And maybe I shot one last weekend during my race. Don't judge.
Jenni, for real, I HATE the stubble around the sink. And in my case, it's not stubble, it's the curly once-a-week trimmings from his beard that look like...something else. Ew. (I mean, I love married life, too. Haha)
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