Sunday, September 8, 2024

Married Life is Weird and Fun

I went away for the weekend. We needed groceries. Hubbs got groceries. He did not ask me what groceries I wanted/needed, so I assumed when I got back from my trip that I would need to go get my groceries. Nope. Hubbs got the groceries I would have gotten (essentially) had I needed to get them. It was wild. The man knew. He knew I didn't have time to meal prep, so my lunches for the week would be bagged salads with tuna and hard boiled eggs. The man KNEW. I also ended up going to a few costcos, so I got us mixed nuts and babybels. Is this teamwork? Is this being partners? 

Here's where it gets slightly off base... I am annoyed with myself for being so predictable. How messed up is that?!? My man knows me so well he got me what I needed for lunch for the week without having to ask and I'm simultaneously grateful to him, kinda freaked out that he pays so much attention, and peeved that I'm not more difficult to figure out. Yep, being a woman is weird. Part of this, though, is that I'm so used to being taken for granted and ignored that it's so unfamiliar to me to be seen and heard and appreciated, that when it happens my internal axis wobbles a bit. Like, this man remembers things i mention in passing and takes them to heart. It's amazing and scary at the same time. He also cleaned the floors, which was amazing. I should have taken a pic of how he arranged the stuffies on the couch... we need to figure out a better stuffie situation... but it was adorable. 

So the week went, and the weekend came. We went to our friends' joint bachelor/Bachelorette party on Saturday and then on Sunday it was business as usual. He went to work, my seester was in town so i went to see her and give her the present I got her, then I got groceries, cleaned the apt, took a shower, and then remembered I had a blog that needed posting. Lol. So here's the pix from the day. 
Secure batty bay
Successful drop off.
Cute puppy
I have but one claw, but beware!

More later cuz I need sleep.

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