We need help settling this. Are plants happy? Just now, I looked over at my adorable little plants, that are actually growing, and referred to them as “happy little plants,” and the boy informed me that plants have no emotions. I countered with, “Yes, they do.” Which was met with, “No, they don’t.” Clearly we’re at a stalemate, and need input from the outside world. So, please vote, and leave me comments to help with this ridiculousness!
A few posts ago, I shared this picture my friend Katy took…
I love this picture. It’s this cool testament to the nerds/geeks we are. I look at this picture and see the hands of two people who both waited a very long time for their “happily ever after.” (And the foot of a very awesome lady 😉 ) I see these two hands that fit so perfectly together, and are prepared to hold on to each other and fight to stay together.
These hands rock.
Now, nereek (there’s got to be a better, non-made-up word out there for geeky nerds) that I am, I want to share this picture with the world. So, my bright idea was to post it on Imgur. I was thinking, “Ooooo, fellow LOTR fans can see our cool rings!”
So…I posted…and the reaction wasn’t quite what I expected. It immediately got a bunch of down votes. Not because it’s not the best quality photo. Not because The One Ring is silver and not gold. It’s because I have fat fingers.
Here’s the proof: http://imgur.com/gallery/LUtuKH6
The hilarious thing is, my fingers have been fat for as long as I can remember. They’re a part of my body. If I spent time worrying over the fact that I have fat fingers (or just am fat period), I’d never get anything done…and I’d probably be in a padded room. Yes, I have a weight problem. Yes, I have short, stubby, fat fingers. Clearly the world has not stopped spinning due to this. The fact that people’s initial reaction to my photo is “Sausages” or “Toes” or anything else is kind of baffling to me. Seriously. They’re trying to be cruel, and yet they’re not saying anything that I’ve not thought at one point or another. If you’re going to be a bully, then at least come up with something clever and unique.
Today, I boxed up the boy’s old dishes, and supply of plastic glassware, and unpacked my dishes & non-plastic glassware and put it away on the shelf. I’m in the middle of making my second loaf of bread, with my super awesome new bread machine. I cleaned the master bathroom. I emptied the trash out of my car (it was such a mess, it went well beyond embarrassing). I accomplished much, and yet I’m sitting here feeling like I accomplished nothing.
If I were Suzy Q. Homemaker, I’d have everything clean, the basement would be completely organized, the laundry would be going, the thank you notes would be written and delivered, and all of my belongings would be unpacked and put away and no longer living in boxes making the guest room look like a disaster area storage unit. (And I wouldn’t be writing long run-on sentences. Also, I wouldn’t be using terrible grammar because I’m too lazy to go back and fix obvious mistakes.)
As of today, we’ve been married for three weeks, and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. It’s hard to explain. It’s been a crazy amount of change in a very short amount of time. Before three weeks ago, I’d never kissed a guy, let alone lived with one. Before three weeks ago, the most responsible thing I had to do everyday was just make sure I got myself to work. The boy has been amazing. He’s incredibly patient with me, and that’s truly what’s getting me through this.
I had lunch with my dad yesterday, and I was telling him about how frustrated I am with myself. Basically, I want to be SuperWife, and falling short of mark makes this perfectionist want to cry. I told him that I wish I had taken more than a week and a half off from work. I had no idea how overwhelming and stressful this all would be. He was really sweet and kind, and asked me, “How do you eat an elephant?” Now, the correct answer is, “One bite at a time,” but lately I’ve been approaching things, “The whole thing in one bite!”
So, I’m going to do my best to hang up the cape. Let some other poor woman try to be SuperWife. I think right now the best thing I can do for the boy and myself is just be Wife.