Thursday, January 24, 2013

Opposites Attract

The Mister has a very good job. A job he has worked hard over many years to get and to be secure in. He has held positions along the way that were neither fun nor lucrative, but he climbed the ladder and is in a position most others have to have degrees in the field to get into; he just has a world of experience.

His job comes with a pension, four weeks plus of vacation and more important perhaps than any of that, it comes with security. If he tires of his exact position, he can move within government jobs to something more to his liking without losing seniority, vacation or benefits. It's a good gig, and he has worked hard to get it.

The downside, and there's always downsides with any job, is that he goes to work at 3 or 4 in the morning, sometimes six days a week. To be honest, our differing schedules was a point of concern before we got married. How do we create a family life and schedule when I get home at 5 and he is headed to bed by 8? But people do stranger things and we knew we'd find a way.

To be honest, we have found his schedule to be quite a blessing. He is off around noon every day, and can sometimes leave even earlier. This has made him Flash's personal taxi service on half days, and days when he has a meeting after school. The Mister is home in time to putter around the house without interruption. He can spend a few hours doing all the things men love to do without the supervision or interference of a woman.

But there is another way in which we are blessed in all of this, a blessing that is perhaps a marriage saver. You see, The Mister wakes before his alarm even sounds. He is a shower-after-work kind of a guy, so within fifteen minutes of his feet hitting the floor, they are hitting the accelerator of his Jeep. He dresses for warmth, not fashion, so he lays out his clothes the night before and doesn't even turn on a light in the early hours of morning. While I am awake during this time, it is brief and quiet.

On the other hand, when I get up, nearly two hours later, I do not go about mornings peacefully. I am an obsessive snoozer. I hit that button more times than should be legal some mornings, putting off the inevitable. When I finally do rise, I do it grudgingly. Don't dare talk to me. Don't even try to make eye contact. I am not happy to be up and I am not happy to see the morning arrive. I am noisy in the bathroom. I run the shower and the hair dyer. I go up and down the stairs to warm or dewrinkle clothes in the dryer. I futz around I the closet figuring out what to wear. My mood is as grouchy as the room is bright with lights. Flash has always known this and thankfully, God graced me with an easy going, independent child who rises without issue and is out the door with merely a shout up the stairs.

The Mister is blissfully unaware of my morning reluctance, and I am forever grateful that our start times occur in the order they do for our jobs. If not, just two weeks in, he might be reconsidering the whole "till death -or mornings with Eliza - do us part".

Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Joke's on Us

We finally celebrated Christmas with my sister and her family this weekend. They had been on a cruise, we had been sick and then there was this wedding...

In any case, my sister, much to our excitement, gave The Mister and me a queen-size electric blanket with dual controls. Which, of course, led to us reminiscing about our mom and how she once switched the controls on her future in-laws' electric blanket, turning one up just a bit and the other down just a bit. My grandparents spent the night wondering why one couldn't get warm no matter how high they turned their knob, while the other couldn't get the darn thing to cool off. In all fairness, my mom, a great practical joker, was exacting revenge on a man who pinned her coat sleeve shut then kindly offered to help her on with it. Teasing runs on both sides of my family.

The Mister and I immediately put it on our bed when we arrived home. Flash was beyond thrilled to get the smaller one I had been using (which Jules gave me last year) for his bed. (He also got my antique three quarter size bed after the wedding when The Mister moved in with a queen. This whole wedding thing is working out well in his favor!) The Mister and I plugged in the controls, but then switched them around as he had more outlets on his side of the bed. It wasn't until later, when we crawled under the covers that we realized our error.

He was trying desperately to get his side off as he was already too warm; I was trying to figure out why my side wasn't heating up at all....oh Mom, we are such fodder for you down here, aren't we? And to think, we did it to ourselves!

I Do

January 10, 2013

In an intimate, private ceremony at our church up the road, our pastor married us. Flash served as best man, maid of honor, witness, ring bearer, photographer.... It was exactly as we wanted it to be. The Mister whisked me away to a delicious dinner and then a night at the Inn on the lake.

We could not possibly be happier!

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

For the Last Time

When you've been counting down the days since something like 83 to go, it seems impossible that we are down to one so soon. For the last time, I kissed WG goodnight at the back door and told him to travel safely home. For the last time I picked up my house, loaded my dishwasher and turned off my lights. For the last time he texted to say he was "at the other house" safely. I have spent my last day in the classroom being called Miss Jane. I have made my last decision without regard to how it impacts two other people. I have transferred money and paid bills from accounts with only one name on it for the last time. I have signed my maiden name for the last time. I will fall asleep tonight in the middle of the bed for the last time (he hopes!).

I am also done attending events alone. I am done being a third at a card table without a fourth. I will not travel on vacation by myself again. I will not be left to make major life decisions without the help of another opinion. I will have someone's hand to hold when the movie gets scary, when we walk with the dog, or when my tears start to roll. I will have someone to make me laugh when I am taking life, or myself, too seriously. I will have someone to be angry for me when I feel unjustly accused or mistreated. I will have someone to congratulate me, celebrate and cheer me on when I triumph.

I will have someone to turn to and say, "Can you believe he...." After leaving a get-together. I will have someone else who can pick up the necessary ingredients to get dinner going when I am running late. I will have a co-conspirator when I plot evil ways to get even with the teenager for his latest prank. I will have someone to whisper my fears to in the dark as we lie in bed.

More importantly than I may have realized the first time around, I will have someone to sit beside me in church. Someone who thinks I am beautiful. Someone who will gladly have Nerf wars with Flash, but will also tell him to put his cell phone away at dinner. I will have a true partner; a friend who knows all my secrets, all my regrets, all my fears and loves me anyway. I will have a problem-solver, a snowblower-operator, an amazing cook, a comedian, (a terrible grammarian).

Tonight, for the last time, I am alone. Tomorrow we wed. For the last time.

Friday, January 04, 2013

Just Send Me The Therapy Bill Now

With less than a week to go before the wedding, I was out running several errands today. I needed to pick up a card for our pastor, drop off a dress at the consignment shop, pick up a few groceries to get us through the next few days, stop by the mall to get something more attractive than sweats to wear on our wedding night and hunt down the paint you use to write on car windows. I had mentioned to Flash how I thought I would surprise WG with a big, "Just Married!" on the back glass after the wedding but it took me three stops to finally find stuff that is made for the purpose and supposedly comes off easily.

Expecting WG to be at the house by the time I arrived home, I tucked the glass paint markers in another bag before coming in the house. Flash helped me put away the groceries, and with WG still not present, I decided to show the markers to Flash.

"Hey, Flash, don't tell WG, but look what I found today!" I said as I reached into the bag.

"Whoa, Mom. Whatever it is I do NOT want to know!" shouted Flash surprisingly as I reached into the bag to pull out the paint pens.

"What? It's just those glass markers I was telling you about," I said, holding them out so he could see. "What is the matter?"

"Holy cripes, Mom! You were reaching into a Victoria's Secret bag!"