Husband has had a rough time of it lately. He has to deal with a pregnant lady and a toddler on a daily basis. It’s not easy for anyone in our house right now.

I might complain about him and I might not understand all of his ways … but …
I LOVE THAT MAN.

Tomorrow we are having a yard sale. I’m basically dumping it all on him. I plan to help with the prep work: the organizing, pricing, advertising, etc. But the rest of it is his problem. And, as it turns out, he’ll also be solely responsible to watch ONE while it’s going down.

I won’t be there, because, you see … I have a hair appointment.

He told me to go get my hair done, and not worry about him.

Yeah, right.

But I consider it a nice gesture, and part of why I love him so much. I don’t know what I might come home to, but at least I won’t have roots showing anymore.

These are the reasons why I’m currently mad at my Husband. He really is just a typical man, and I appreciate that about him, but sometimes I just need to vent in order to move on. And as I stated in a previous post, the more pregnant I get, the more disagreeable I become. So deal with it.

Today’s grievances:

1. He wakes me up with his insane snoring several times a night … and I wear earplugs. This is particularly infuriating when I have trouble sleeping to begin with — because I have to pee, because I’m uncomfortable, and because TWO likes to kick me at night.

2. He ignores me. He ignores everything, actually. How do they do that? I waffle between jealousy and anger.

3. All he wants to do is lie around. And I am the pregnant one. He reminds me of a house cat. He likes to nap and stretch and sun himself.

4. He can be difficult to communicate with. Obviously, I’m not. I communicate perfectly.

5. The last time I tried to talk to him, it was 9 a.m. and he started snoring in the middle of my sentence. REALLY?!?!? 

6. He refuses to put his dirty clothes where they belong. He insists on putting them on the floor, the recliner, under the bed … anywhere EXCEPT where they belong. Normally I accept that as a part of who he is (messy), but after #1 – 5 has taken place, it just sends me over the edge. And then, after weeks of it not bothering me, I get irate about it.

Next installment: Why Toddlers Are Infuriating. 

Have you ever given someone the silent treatment without them knowing it?

I have.

I never put together a wedding album. I never started a “baby book” for ONE, or put together a photo album for him.

I suck.

Husband did something to our computer about a year ago and all of our pictures got misplaced. After months of reminding, he finally unearthed them and restored them to the computer. I WILL make an album for ONE before TWO arrives. 

Looking at the pictures made me feel wistful. Husband and I need to get away together. We didn’t vacation a ton before we started a family, mostly because we were really freaking poor, but we did stuff. It was fun. I can see how couples let years slip by without making time for each other because it’s really hard to put everyone else aside and make it a priority! 

I also believe that parenthood has aged us quite a bit. I’m still coping with that realization …

Here we are on a cruise just days before we found out I was pregnant with ONE.

And then …

And a very long and difficult time later …

Sometimes I wish I could slow life down a little.

The following conversation took place between Husband and I this evening:

Me: I feel so frumpy and ugly.

Husband: You’re not ugly.

Recently we got the movie Date Night from Netflix. I found it entertaining. There is a scene where the main characters (Steve Carell and Tina Fey) are asleep in bed, pre-dawn, and their children fly into their bedroom and jump on them. The rest of their day is a jumbled-up blur. They are so tired. They want to sleep so badly.

They would rather sleep than go out. Or have a nice dinner alone. Or have sex. Or brush their hair.

This is my life.

I think ONE is trying to kill us. A slow death. Can you die from sleep deprivation or general exhaustion? He chatters constantly. That in itself is exhausting. He won’t nap. He currently refuses to sleep past 6:00 a.m. He goes full-blast, all day long.

How does he DO that?

I keep telling myself (and Husband) that surely it’s just a phase. Surely, soon, he will calm down — even just a little. I think that is my way of coping, by saying “it’s just a phase.” I mean, It WILL end, at some point. He might be in middle school by the time it does, but it will end.

Kind of like one day, he will not be afraid of the potty. He WILL use it. One day.

How do people with small children nurture their marriage? I can barely conversate with my husband these days. Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t form sentences, or we get constantly interrupted by our little chatterbox. I need to learn the tricks, people. What is the workaround?!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….

Yesterday was a rough day for me and I acted like a total bitch to my family. I tried so hard … and failed. Miserably.

I told my husband that I’m worried he won’t love me anymore by the time I have this baby because pregnancy SO doesn’t agree with me. After 9 months of living with a lunatic, what if he forgets who the “real” me is?!?!

He looked at me and said, “Of course I’ll still love you, you’re having our second child. You said the same thing when you were pregnant before, and look — we made it. We’ll make it through this, too.”

That was all I needed to hear. We’ll make it. You’ll make it. Seriously, after how I acted yesterday I don’t know how that man found it in his heart to buy me flowers and candy, but he did. It was waiting for me when I got up.

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

But, I did get over it. We always made up and moved on. He is not perfect and neither am I, but we are perfect for each other. I am so excited about our future together and what it will bring, and with every obstacle we face and overcome together, I grow more confident in our ability to overcome ANYTHING.

Robbie proposed to me in December of 2004 …

We packed up and moved to Birmingham, AL for no good reason. Here we are on our 1st anniversary:

Then, about three years after that, we had a baby.

… nothing could have made us happier.

But we never stopped having fun. In fact, we have more … just a different kind.

So snooze away, night owl. I’ll send our son up to drool on your face if you aren’t awake by 10:00.