(above my stove...a little salt and pepper collection)
Yesterday, Gabe and I set off on a grocery shopping voyage and bumped into a family friend I hadn't seen in at least a decade. Of course I was unshowered, no make up and wearing yoga pants. She was kind enough to tell me I looked great...(I love a good white lie!)...I smiled self consciously, and introduced her to my husband.
Being from a smaller town and small social circle, she had heard about how we met, our travel-crazy relationship and long-distance first months of marriage. How adventurous and amazing!, she said. I laughed...telling her that this was of our real adventure: our first married week that wasn't our honeymoon or in a foreign country. A week of living-in-the-same-space, dishes-to-wash, groceries-to-buy, the-whole-nine-yards kind of week.
We're learning a lot, I said, laughing some more. And we are. Here's the top three things I learned in Real Life Marriage Week 1:
One: Two people in a twin bed do not a comfortable night make. My life has been lived in small, vintage apartments, and so I've held on to my tiny twin bed to save space...I've slept alone in a twin for as long as I can remember. Upgrading to a larger bed just seemed like poor space planning! That lasted about three nights once Gabe got here.
After we both woke up with awful back pain and in need of a nap by 2pm, we realized twin-bed-sharing was a terrible idea. Enter my twin-size air mattress...also too small for two people. So, we've been rocking what we call the "Ricky and Lucy": married couple, separate beds. Tres romantique, I know. ;)
Two: My husband is a much better person than me. He just is. Truly, I wish that was the honeymoon phase talking...I wish I could secretly think, "I'm just being nice. I'm actually the better person." But I can't. Example? Last night while I was feeling sick, he walked away from the show he was watching to scrub the tub and draw a hot bath for me. I probably wouldn't do that...ever. For anyone. Oh, and also: he took the air mattress. Better Person Award. It's plain ol' fact.
Three: There's a bit of control freak in me. Adapting from living on my own to being a team, to duel-ownership is sort of strange. And it usually flares up over the silliest things: I spazzed a bit when Gabe put a five pound bag of baby carrots in the cart.
"Five POUNDS? Did we get a bunny no one told me about? That's, like, four dollars of unneeded carrots!"
Who cares that much about excess carrots? Apparently, me. Because we're on what has been "my turf" for years, it's a little tricky to flip that switch and automatically think of this as "our" space now. But the good thing is, I usually catch myself thinking those "me" thoughts, realize it doesn't matter anymore and toss it out. The carrot incident was one of the few that have slipped through...
In short...if Real Life Marriage Week 1 was a class, Gabe would be getting an A, and I'd probably score a B- with a "shows potential, but needs improvement" notation in the margin. ;)