Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Despite my greatest efforts at laziness...

...I still managed to get Mount St. Laundry completely put away & 2 additional loads of clothes washed & dried. So as not to be too productive, I left 1 of the last 2 loads in the dryer & the other is sitting in the laundry basket, unfolded. I kept my resolve not to do the dishes or organize the garage, though. They say a person should stick to their convictions, so I'd say I did alright. :)

Monday nights are usually a strange sort of monster to me. It's silly to admit this, but I just feel "off" on those nights b/c Justin works late on Mondays, where the rest of the week he's home by 4. I'm not sure if I should be glad that I feel so disoriented when he's not around or if I should be frightened. I have always despised women who are co-dependent & "need" to be in a relationship to be okay with themselves.
To me, that's just stupid. My thought on the whole thing is simple: how can you be functional in a relationship if you have never functioned on your own? Relying on other people to piece you together is one of the biggest mistakes a person can make. So imagine my internal conflict when I come to the conclusion that I feel lost without Justin, even when I know he's just at work.

Monday nights can be nice, too. My besty & I usually "date night", which is to say we hang out, talk about all kinds of nonsense, say wholly inappropriate things, laugh & giggle like dorks, and occasionally watch a movie or some tv together. Chrysi is my heterosexual life partner. We're peanut butter & jelly; tea & crumpets.
We make this time b/c while she loves Justin & doesn't mind hanging out w/ him, we know it's important to get in some quality girl time. But even during date night, I have that weird feeling like I'm ever so slightly off-balance. I can best describe it as feeling like my soul is a giant teeter-totter & my playground partner just jumped off & slammed my ass into the ground really hard. I try to teeter-totter on my own, but it's just not the same. (This is where I will acknowledge that that was a HORRIBLE analogy & that I sound really dumb for having said it.)

There are a lot worse things in the world than loving someone so much that it sucks when they're not around. Especially when you're lucky enough to be in love with someone who feels the same. I don't know exactly what I did to earn such good husband karma. I mean, I'm married to a man who thinks he won some kind of lotto b/c he managed to snag my crazy ass & got a mini-me thrown in the deal. He doesn't care that I hate to cook or that the last few years I have really fallen short in all areas of housekeeping. (Need I remind you of the aforementioned pile of unfolded laundry & unwashed dishes?!)
He doesn't care if I go a couple weeks without shaving my legs nor does he utter a word about my perpetual mommy ponytail. He even puts up w/ me blabbing most of the intimate details of our life all over the internets. And get this: he does it all WITHOUT COMPLAINT. I've already discussed this w/ my besty and we have a theory that he is a robot. There is no way anyone could possibly be as close to the perfect spouse as he is unless they are not human at all. Tonight when he's not looking, I'm gonna stick a magnet to his head to see if there is a robotic skeleton under that life-like skin. It's the best theory I've got and I'd say it's pretty sound.

1 comment:

  1. hahaha! He MUST be a robot LOL I know what you did to earn all that great Karma. You listened to your instinct and made the right choices no matter how hard they were. In return you were blessed with the perfect partner for you.
    Justin is a rad dad :)



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