Ten years ago today.
Last Saturday was our 10th Anniversary date. We had big plans for our 10th anniversary since we did a small honeymoon (roller coasters at Cedar Point) and have never taken a non-work related vacation together just the two of us. The dreams started with an Alaskan cruise, then it was Jamaica, then it was Colorado, then a cabin in MN, then a hotel in St. Paul. Notice how each plan gets smaller and a little bit closer to home? What we ended up doing was a 7 mile canoe trip down the St. Croix River. The 10th anniversary gift is aluminium, so the canoe trip, as downsized of a celebration as it was, was the perfect way to mark the occasion.
We are 10 years older. We have a 10-year-old mutt, a 9-year-old son that has taught us what being a parent means, a 7-year-old son whose mischievousness keeps us on our toes, a 5-year-old daughter that couldn’t be a better example of “what goes around comes around” and a cat that we all fear. It has been an adventure. A great adventure. And it just keeps getting better.
Cheers to us!
We ordered Indian, drank three buck chuck and watched Comany Men.
Great food. Great movie. Great date night in.
This morning I am sick with sinus crud. I feel like I have wet cotton balls shoved into my cheeks and that the pressure that I feel above my itchy eyes is squeezing those cotton balls until they leak crud down the back of my sore throat. Can you handle how sexy I am right now? Tim felt bad enough for me this morning that he took a sick day to take care of me or rather take care of the kids so I don’t have to.
Of course it happened to be a day where both the boys needed to go to school and I hadn’t prepped anything the night before. Usually there is a good 2 hours in the morning to get everything ready before we need to head out so when I am feeling extra exhausted like I was last night (my own fault. I knew I was getting sick but I couldn’t not watch Biggest Loser and Parenthood. They are why I wake up on Tuesday mornings) I skip all the prep work knowing that I will have to take care of all of it in the morning.
Well this morning Tim paid for my laziness last night and had to pick up all the slack.
We have a slight scheduling issue with bus and school drop off this year. Michael is picked up by the bus at 9:17 am and Patrick needs to be at Preschool in the neighboring town at 9:15am. I have worked it out with Patrick’s teachers so they know to expect us 15 minutes late on Wed and Fri and we do our best to sneak in with out interrupting the delicate balance of chaos that is a 3year old preschool room.
All that said, this morning since both Tim and I were home, Tim was able to get Patrick to school on time while I stayed home to wait for the bus with Michael while Elise snuck in a morning nap. I stumbled down the stairs just as Patrick and Tim were loading up to leave and Tim was looking slightly frazzled (again- my fault for not prepping anything last night). Tim looked at me while mentally checking off “put lunch box into Patrick’s back pack” and said (and then I immediately tweeted):
Full circle back around to “What’s For Diner?” you ask?
I think Tim will now understand why when he asks “What’s for diner?” he more often that not gets an edgy -read: angry- reply of “I don’t know yet!”
The “What’s for Diner” question can send me to a dark place really quick. Sometimes that question can insight the need to run to my bed, curl up under the covers and hide. BECAUSE by the time that questions comes into play I have already made hundreds of other little decisions and diner can be the staw that breaks this camel’s back.
And that my friend is why God (because we are religious in this house) invented frozen diners and leftovers.
Wednesday night while pasting his toothbrush Tim looked at me in the mirror and in the kindest voice with out the slightest drop of irony/sarcasm said, “Your hair looks really nice. Did you shower today?”
Bam. Most Sincere Slam ever.
I laughed. Because really, what would you have done? You can’t say thank you to that. You can’t really take pride in the compliment. You definitely can’t be mad about it- no one is holding me hostage and telling me I can’t shower… So I laughed because it was funny.
I am going to try and be a better wife. By that I don’t mean be kinder, more empathetic to his free time needs or folding his laundry right as it comes out of the dryer so it doesn’t wrinkle. Nope. Being a better wife to me means that I am clean and smell decent.
For the record my hair is wet right now from showering after the gym.
Have you been insulted lately in a way that made you laugh? Have you insulted someone lately by accident? Tell me about it. It is Friday, I think we could all use a good laugh to kick off the weekend!