1) If you are able to survive a move with your spouse, then this is good, it’s good! It does not matter how big or small the move is; you could be moving a chair to a different spot (IN THE SAME ROOM); this act can prove bru-tal. A few weeks after Gerald and I were married, we chose a Friday night to pack up what was left in my apartment. Gerald, being a man and all, figured we’d be out of there in an hour, tops. He kept his short time estimate to himself, by the way. It was mainly the kitchen we had to pack, so how much stuff could Karen possibly cram into her tiny apartment kitchen? You sooo know that’s what he was thinking. Well, after the 3rd hour of packing and still pulling out cooking utensils and gadgets from nooks and crannies one wouldn’t even know existed, I believe he discovered that his new wife could pack A LOT of shit into a tiny space. We were finding things I didn’t even remember I had. And no, no way — You are not throwing out any of my plastic food storage containers! I don’t care how many keep falling out of the cabinet and that I’m only one person with enough Tupperware containers to handle the leftovers for a family of ten! That reminds me, I really need some new Tupperware… Anyway, this simple move resulted in our first real big fight as man and wife. And since we now lived in the same apartment, we could no longer go to our separate corners (apartments) like we would do after having an argument (prior to our getting hitched). I believe Gerald and I both knew going in, that marriage takes work; I just don’t think we realized we would be tested so soon! But we did make it through the experience, and I think we even came out a little stronger. This first move was able to give us preparation for when we moved from our newlywed one-bedroom to a two-bedroom in the same complex, and then our next bigger step of moving into a house. All of these moving experiences had their misery, and sometimes even the smallest rearranging of something in the house still invokes stress, but we get through it.
2) If you are able to survive the first six months of your first-born’s life, then this is good, it’s good! Our first kid? Now that was hard. He was so colicky and fussy and up during the night literally every two hours, for–The First. Six. Months. Gerald and I were exhausted and totally sleep deprived. We would fight about whose turn it was to get up with the baby because we were both so tired. We would find ourselves fighting during daylight hours as well. We were short-fused and would blow over the other’s littlest infractions. It was rough. That proved to be a very trying time for us as a couple. Gerald likes to tell our first-born that his little brother may have come along sooner if the first go-round hadn’t been such a rough period! But like most (traumatic?) events in life, what you can survive will just make you that much stronger.
Blog entry wrap up — My blog “to do” list:
- Write something (?) for my About Me page
- Figure out how to do a blog hits counter (to confirm my gazillions of blog readers (right??))
- Find the best pic of myself to put on my blog (or at least a catchy image)
- Figure out how to put a pic or image on my blog
- Create a catchy closing line or phrase to end every blog. I’m thinking, something like, “COL! –kd” You know, COL = Crank Out Loud? And then my initials? Get it? Who’s with me? Any other suggestions?
- Invite my gazillions of blog readers (right??) to leave comments and to share their experiences (but don’t be too sensitive to any critical comments)