The Perfect Man…For Me

Here it is, as promised, the story of me and The Man.

We met 5 years ago at an underage karaeoke place [hey, ya'll know I'm only 21-if you don't, read my "About Me" page!]. We were introduced because The Man was my best friend’s boss’s boyfriend’s best friend…so basically by luck. We were completely inseperable from that second on, and it was only two months later that he proposed to me for the first time.

Notice I said FOR THE FIRST TIME. A little while after that we broke up for a moment [I don't even remember why! Probably just because I was 17 and he was 19 and that's how life works sometimes]. When we got back together we didn’t get re-engaged though.

Which is probably a good thing because we broke up again 6 months later because I was “acting way too emotional and bitchy”….this is a direct quote from The Man on why we broke up-TWO DAYS before we found out that I was 14 weeks pregnant with Monkeypants [I'll tell that story later]. Emotional? Bitchy? Hmmmm…..I wonder why!

We ended up being best friends (which I think is one of the greatest parts of our relationship), but not dating, the rest of the time that I was pregnant with Monkeypants. Then about two weeks after Monkeypants was born we got back together and The Man moved in to stay. We got engaged for the SECOND time a little less than a year later, and we were going to get married the following July, but then The Man and I both lost our jobs at the same time so we had to postpone. That was July of 2005.

Our wedding anniversary is March 31, 2007. A lot of stuff happened in that almost two years, but while it made a wedding difficult it made our relationship stronger every day. Looking back on it we would have been IDIOTS to get married at any other point before that moment-we needed that time to grow up and grow together and make a solid foundation for our marriage.

We didn’t have a big wedding, we just eloped (with our immediate family) and I can say that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. My sister had one of those huge-glamazon-wedding-”affairs” and just looking at the PICTURES of that “event” made me bitchy and tired! I much prefer getting married in the gazebo in the park with just my parents, his parents, and us….and then going to TGIFridays afterward [Yuuuummmmmmm Fridays!]!

I guess that’s why we did what we did when we got married-it suits us that our history is just as odd as we are, and while it’s not perfect it’s perfect for us!

I’m SO PROUD!

I just had to write one tiny little note in my blog-our baby is officially big enough and fiesty enough for us to feel them kick!  Last night the baby kicked so hard that I was awakened from a dead sleep!  Today they have been kicking off and on and this afternoon they even ROLLED!  Awwww…

I let Monkeypants feel the baby [who he has named Burp] rolling around and he was laughing and talking to the baby and blowing them kisses-he even put his head on my belly.  It was, by far, the cutest thing I have ever seen!

I love my babies!

My Many Accomplishments

It might be said by some [including myself] that I avoid people that I knew in high school like the plague.  Not because I think they are bad people-some of them are and some of them aren’t just like any other random group in the population-and not because I am embarrassed about myself, my family, or my life.  I actually like all of those things, and think that I have done an exceptional job in all three categories so far.  No, the reason I hate running into people from high school is because they almost always have the same questions and the same reactions to those questions.

What have you been up to?

Oh….really….isn’t that….nice.

And they mean “nice” like ”I not-so-secretly think you’re an idiot”, not nice like awesome.  While these people that I run into tell me about their accomplishments-graduating college, getting some type of out-of-the-home career [I believe SAHM is a career too!], some of them buying their first homes and/or traveling the world, I always nod politely and tell them how wonderful it is that they did so well.  I always knew they would-etc. etc. etc.  But when it comes time for me to tell them about my life they always have a problem with it.

Most people are at least silent in their contempt and disapproval, which I suppose is better than nothing, but I have actually had people tell me that I could have “done so much more” with my life.  I happen to think I did exactly what I wanted to with my life and so that makes my accomplishments just as wonderful as theirs-even if it isn’t as glamorous and doesn’t pay as well.

I am a mom-that means I work 24/7 for no pay.  A lot of people wouldn’t do that.

I am a stay at home mom-that means that I have enough dedication to live in the land of my 3 year old.  That’s like living in a house run by an angry taxicab driver who speaks only broken english.  I have enough guts to spend my entire day rubbing PB&J out of the carpet, wiping poo out of his hair [he's still pottytraining!], making him 3 meals and 2 snacks, cleaning the house twice, and generally chasing him around while trying to simultaneously teach him morals, manners, reading, writing, numbers, colors, shapes, songs, and basic life skills like how to brush his teeth and drink from a cup without a lid.

I am pregnant-While that’s not an accomplishment in itself, it does make my daily life just that much harder…somedays getting out of bed is an accomplishment, depending on how sick I am.

I have many accomplishments, and I accomplish many things every day, but those accomplishments-having dinner ready on time, getting my three year old to take a bath without a fight, teaching him a new song about animals, my son going in the potty once or twice that day, how much my son and husband love me, and how happy my husband is at the end of the day-are not generally the type of accomplishments people my age care about unless they have families of their own.  Most of the people from my high school don’t have families-so they don’t think my accomplishments “count”.   They very rarely even understand them. 

It is a little disheartening to tell someone about accomplishments that you are so proud of and have them look back at you blankly or tell you straight out that they think your accomplishments are unimportant.  Especially when those little things are what you are most proud of and apart of your lifelong dream.

That’s why I don’t talk to people from highschool-our definition of “accomplishment” is just too different.