love gives you super powers

I’ve been back to working full time for three weeks. I love getting up in the mornings to go to work. I have a pretty good schedule and great coworkers. But frankly, I’ve been exhausted. The first weekend I had off after working a full 40 hours I felt like I had the energy sucked out of me and it’s kind of been like that ever since. I’m not the only one. Mark started grad school the week after I started working and he’s been feeling the same. I know what we both need. We need to workout! We need to swim everyday like we use to before our schedules went haywire. We need to jump on our bikes more often (hurry up Tempe Lake and fill back up)! But who has energy to do that stuff! :-P

It’s just another part of adjusting to being married. It’s one thing as a single person to work, come home and relax, clean when you feel like it. Being married is a whole new world. It’s a balancing act and we’re both trying to learn to juggle.

Before Mark and I were married we discussed what life would be like when we had children. I (half) jokingly said that everything would be fine because when women get pregnant they get super powers. I was sure of it because so many wonderful moms I know went to bed late and woke up early, ran around all day, cooked, cleaned, EVERYTHING… all without complaint. Well it turns out that super power is love and it doesn’t just appear one day, it’s work. And it isn’t only necessary when you have children, but needed when you commit to marriage til death do you part!

Today was a perfect example of the time sacrifice I am learning a marriage takes. I got off work early and expected Mark to be at school until late, so of course I made a long to-do list. I got home and was ready to start checking tasks off when in walked my wonderful husband. I was so excited to see him because that meant an afternoon together, but that also meant the to-do list went out the window. (I’m still working on the balance!) I keep reminding myself that it’s not about completing everything on the list in one day; it’s about doing a few things completely and well! (I heard that on EWTN radio the other day and have been reminding myself of that everyday.) :)

So tomorrow is another day, and maybe I’ll get a few more things checked off that list while also adding a few more. I’m going to continue to keep things in prospective; because when we’re old and gray with fifty grandchildren running around, being exhausted over the commitments we have today as a young married couple will seem silly but worth every minute.

(On a last note I still secretly think moms have super powers and I hope when I get mine it comes with mind reading capabilities!)

We get it from our momma…

No one would argue against the fact that marriage is full of compromise, whether it’s a simple thing like what to eat for dinner or something far more serious (which we have not faced yet). This morning I really began to think about the habits we each brought into this marriage. I was washing dishes and without thinking threw a pan on the stove and turned up the heat.

Mark: What are you doing?
Me: What do you mean? I’m drying the pan.
Mark: Why?
Me: Why what? Why am I drying it?
Mark: No why are you drying it like that.
Me: (quite confused at this point) I don’t know. It’s the way my mom always did it.

And that’s when it hit me. Mark was right when he stated I could simple wipe the pans with a towel (but I don’t think I’ll be changing my ways on this one). Looking back I think my mom usually dried pans that might rust in this way, but either way it’s an effective way to get pans out-of-the-way of the other dishes and get them dry fast.
My point is, it made me think of other habits we’ve both brought into the relationship. Like Mark’s insistence on a particular way of folding clothes, pushing toothpaste out of the tube from the bottom, and having the toilet paper fall over the top. I have been informed these are traits that can be traced back to his mom. :) Besides the pan drying, I also have a habit of open all the shades in the morning to let the sunlight in, things left in a car drive me nuts, and (although we don’t have one yet) I think garages should only be used for cars not storage… all of which can be traced to my mom and/or dad.
All of these things are so small and pretty irrelevant in the bigger scope of things. As I’ve said before we haven’t faced any real challenges of different mind sets. So far we’ve easily adapted to each others ways. I fold the clothes different and make sure the toilet paper falls over the top, but I still push toothpaste from the middle.

Toilet Paper according to Mark

One things for sure if you’re entering a marriage you better have a readiness to change! I recently finished reading By Loved Refined / Alice Von Hildebrand and she so eloquently describes what it truly means to change for our spouses.

In a sense, we all seem to be ‘old maids’ – people who’ve never adapted ourselves to living with others. We have set ways and a horror of changing ourselves (along with a passion to change others)… It’s difficult for us to change for the better because readiness to change means fighting our own will… One thing alone brings people to the readiness to change: love.

How much for the dog?

Today was definitely a unique summer day in Tempe. It’s monsoon season and we occasionally (more like extremely rarely) get cool days as a result. It seems the “drastic” temperature change makes people crazy around here. People complain about it being SO HOT, when actually what they mean is to say it’s humid; but I’m from Houston so I can honestly said it’s not that serious. :-P People in general just seem to be extra strange if it’s not 115 degrees.

This is not the first time I’ve noticed it. In fact Mark and I had a discussion about this just last week, but today topped the cake. I was enjoying a walk with Maya and Chicle. Letting Maya pick the exact perfect spot needed for her to feel comfortable enough to release herself, as she often does. There was a breeze and the air was cool, so I didn’t feel the need to rush her this time. Then a couple in a SUV (very cliche) stopped in front of us. The conversation went as such:

Strange Man: I’ll give you $1 for the female.
Me: I think she’s worth a lot more to me than $1.
Strange Man’s Wife: She’s really cute!!!
Me: (In my head I was offended she didn’t compliment both Maya and Chicle) Thanks!
Strange Man: I’ll give you $100 for the female.
Something in his tone made me realize he was serious, and I was quite disturbed.
Me: Uhhh sorry but she’s priceless.
Strange Man’s wife whispers something to him.
Strange Man: Okay have a good day.

Really? Is that how people negotiate dogs? Why didn’t they compliment and want to buy Chicle? He could be such a stud! :-P Anyway, the whole situation bugged me and in a twisted way was flattering. I love getting compliments for my dogs. Which I’ve always been confused about since it’s not as if I had any part in their DNA, as I would with our own children, but that’s another story. Needless to say I think the whole ordeal boosted Maya’s ego (and Mark’s by proxy). Personally, I’m insulted by the thought that the guy thought I would just hand my dog over for any amount of price…

… besides we’re way too invested in Maya. She owes us at least another 15 human years! ;)

Maya's "baby leg" break cost us a pretty penny early in this relationship... she's on a payment plan, of love.

Cheers

I came upon recently created blog, CatholicDrinkie.com, this week and really appreciate that someone took the time to show a positive side to drinking, with a Catholic twist none the less! Mark has recently introduced me to the proper way of drinking good wine and now he is introducing me to beer. A few months ago I would have quickly dismissed both of these types of beverages and asked for a Margarita, but they’re really growing on me.

We were out for happy hour with the Art Grad students from ASU and I saw this coaster on the bar. It’s a true statement; and while I’m not trying to be conceded, we really have drunk some good stuff!

Here is an expert from the blog taken from G.K. Chesterton:

“The sound rule in the matter would appear to be like many other sound rules – a paradox. Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable. Never drink when you are wretched without it, or you will be like the grey-faced gin-drinker in the slum; but drink when you would be happy without it, and you will be like the laughing peasant of Italy. Never drink because you need it, for this is rational drinking, and the way to death and hell. But drink because you do not need it, for this is irrational drinking, and the ancient health of the world.” – G. K. Chesterton

 

simplicity at its best.

I love our life. I love it in all it’s simplicity. I know it won’t always be like this. In reality today might be the last day of simplicity for quite some time, as Mark begins another year of grad school tomorrow. But it’s in these moments when we’re sitting in the same room and our dogs are sleeping at our feet that I am reminded how amazing our love is, if only to him and I.

Today after I got off work Mark showed me my new bike. It’s beautiful! A beautiful blue with yellow tires, I loved it. We immediately hopped on the bikes and took a ride around the block. On the way back I guess his inner man child came out and he started making racing noises as he passed… so I followed suit. As we rounded the last corner before coming home I thought it would the perfect time to zoom past him yelling in an announcers voice “She passes him for 1st place as they round the corner!!! ZOOOM!” which was quickly following by a loud POP! :( And there went my beautiful back yellow tire, in all it’s glory…

Seemingly, this would only happen to me. I was quite sad but we had a good laugh. I had to blog this moment… because I never want to forget it!