7 Quick Takes-Back in the Groove
1. It's been exactly 8 days since our return to Fort Benning after the Epic Road Trip 2014, and I just finally feel like we're getting back into the swing of things. Let's just say I had some serious housecleaning to do upon our return. Will and I had to have a brief discussion of what constitutes "clean" after I walked into the house to find an inch of dog hair covering EVERYTHING, clothes washed but thrown into laundry bins waiting to be put away (apparently, the laundry fairy failed to make an appearance after I left for Wisconsin), and a mold ring and a dead bug in my bathtub.
2. I think one of the biggest challenges Will and I have faced as a married couple is the age-old question, "what do you consider clean?" Will considers my cleaning habits to be fanatical; to date, he has made about 2038913492928912839 comments insinuating that I should have my cleanliness obsession "checked out." I consider Will's cleaning habits acceptable for a crack house. So, clearly, even after eight years of wedded bliss this pesky little issue still tends to pop up from time to time.
3. Speaking of which, our anniversary. Eight years, peeps. In true Tenney fashion, we spent it away from one another, but we will be officially celebrating with a date night to our favorite restaurant next week. Also, I received these at my parents' house in Wisconsin.
4. This husband of mine...we may give each other grief about cleaning, or getting projects done in a timely manner, or constantly ask, "did you forget to bring Alessandra's shoes to the park AGAIN??" but I truly couldn't ask for a better husband or father for my children. There's no one I would rather spend my days with, snuggle with on the couch after the kids are in bed, and laugh with.
5. I signed Tony up for Vacation Bible School at St. Anne's this month. It's four days, and I'm sure he'll enjoy it...but I found myself getting kind of misty-eyed as I sent in the enrollment form. My little boy is growing up. By this time next year, we'll be thinking about preschool. What happened to my chubby little baby boy?
6. Speaking of chubby babies, parents, I need your help. Alessandra has ridiculously fat feet. When we were in Milwaukee, I took her to see my friend Andy (who runs a shoe store near Bayshore Mall). He measured her feet, tried a couple of shoes on her, and recommended the ones his daughter wears. Only problem? Alessandra's feet are so fat even the specialty-ordered wide shoes don't fit. Any particular brands I should try? This is frustrating, to say the least. She's walking, it's summer and the pavement is hot, and my little girl needs shoes. Preferably pink and sparkly, but I'm willing to let that one slide.
7. Georgia allergies are killing me (at least, I hope it's allergies. Otherwise I have a potentially serious issue on hand). I've had a near-constant migraine for the past four days. I'm pulling out all the stops-local honey, essential oils, changing air filter in our home, what have you. I'm reeeeally hoping I catch a break soon, because I don't do well with headaches. Natural childbirth? No problem. Migraines? I turn into the whiniest, moodiest, most incompetent person on the planet.
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2. I think one of the biggest challenges Will and I have faced as a married couple is the age-old question, "what do you consider clean?" Will considers my cleaning habits to be fanatical; to date, he has made about 2038913492928912839 comments insinuating that I should have my cleanliness obsession "checked out." I consider Will's cleaning habits acceptable for a crack house. So, clearly, even after eight years of wedded bliss this pesky little issue still tends to pop up from time to time.
3. Speaking of which, our anniversary. Eight years, peeps. In true Tenney fashion, we spent it away from one another, but we will be officially celebrating with a date night to our favorite restaurant next week. Also, I received these at my parents' house in Wisconsin.
4. This husband of mine...we may give each other grief about cleaning, or getting projects done in a timely manner, or constantly ask, "did you forget to bring Alessandra's shoes to the park AGAIN??" but I truly couldn't ask for a better husband or father for my children. There's no one I would rather spend my days with, snuggle with on the couch after the kids are in bed, and laugh with.
10 years ago. What in the world was I thinking with that haircut?? |
5. I signed Tony up for Vacation Bible School at St. Anne's this month. It's four days, and I'm sure he'll enjoy it...but I found myself getting kind of misty-eyed as I sent in the enrollment form. My little boy is growing up. By this time next year, we'll be thinking about preschool. What happened to my chubby little baby boy?
6. Speaking of chubby babies, parents, I need your help. Alessandra has ridiculously fat feet. When we were in Milwaukee, I took her to see my friend Andy (who runs a shoe store near Bayshore Mall). He measured her feet, tried a couple of shoes on her, and recommended the ones his daughter wears. Only problem? Alessandra's feet are so fat even the specialty-ordered wide shoes don't fit. Any particular brands I should try? This is frustrating, to say the least. She's walking, it's summer and the pavement is hot, and my little girl needs shoes. Preferably pink and sparkly, but I'm willing to let that one slide.
7. Georgia allergies are killing me (at least, I hope it's allergies. Otherwise I have a potentially serious issue on hand). I've had a near-constant migraine for the past four days. I'm pulling out all the stops-local honey, essential oils, changing air filter in our home, what have you. I'm reeeeally hoping I catch a break soon, because I don't do well with headaches. Natural childbirth? No problem. Migraines? I turn into the whiniest, moodiest, most incompetent person on the planet.
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Happy anniversary! I'm cracking up over here about the crack house standards of cleanliness. Our only issue is that I SMELL things that he does not. Will tells me I have a mutant bloodhound nose. To which I reply, no, you smell, take a shower. BTW, I didn't comment, but I am TOTALLY following your lead and doing a monthly meal plan. My biggest problem is that I don't want to sit down on a weekly basis and actually THINK about what food to make/buy. It's laziness. But once a month, I can do, and make little tweaks along the way accordingly. WHY couldn't I think to do that myself? I'll never know. Thanks for sharing though!
ReplyDeleteThanks Theresa! I hope the monthly meal plan works out for you; I know it sounds ridiculous to a lot of people, but I'm the exact same way you are. Sitting down once a week and trying to meal plan and budget can get overwhelming, but if I have to do it once for the whole month, it's much easier (and I've found has a much lower failure rate than my previous once-per-week plan).
DeleteI fear that the whole definition of clean will be my down fall when I get married. I like the "clean for a crack den"
ReplyDeleteYou know, I realize most guys don't have the same standards of cleanliness I do...but wow. I will admit I was extremely unprepared for my husband's definition of "clean." It was an eye opener, to be sure.
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