Over Mexican food tonight, My Guy and I had a little 2011 recap.
We (partially) rehabbed our house.
We got married.
We sold a house.
We became landlords on a third house.
I survived The Boobtacular, a stress fracture, and the shingles.
He survived me whining about The Boobtacular, a stress fracture, and the shingles.
All in all, 2012 has its work cut out for it if it’s going to be crazier than 2011. Just sayin’.
Here are some personal favorites from 2011.
Best realization about my authentic, true self
I am good at The Bed. Not good in bed, necessarily (oh, OK, who are we kidding?), but good at sleeping. And lounging. And making the bed properly – yes, with hospital corners. If there were Sleep Olympics, I would totally be in there, representing the U.S. And Bob Costas would talk about how on my first night home from the hospital as a newborn, my parents thought I was dead because I slept through the night. Training for the Sleep Olympics already! So, this realization is helping me come to terms with the fact that it’s OK if I prefer to sleep 9 hours a night and stay in bed til 10 on the weekends. It’s OK.
Best realization about my authentic, true spouse
At first I was horrified. And then I had to respect that level of self-awareness and the wherewithal to make that statement – especially in the face of such a bed-centric partner. There are things that aren’t important to him, and they can be important to me. And it’s all just OK.
Best realization we’ve made as a couple
Cha Cha gets angry when she does the dishes any time after 8 p.m. Keep Cha Cha out of the kitchen at all costs or she will just be pissed off.
Best purchase as a married couple
A new dishwasher. The day it was installed, My Guy texted me a photo of our new favorite appliance with the tag, “Marriage saved!”
Best thing about being married
Taunting my spouse with some variation of “You have to (fill in the blank) because you’re married to me and Jesus decreed you (fill in the blank)!” Typically, this takes the form of either “you have to love me even though I’m a twit,” “you have to have sex with me,” or “you have to be seen in public with me.” Huzzah!
Best thing about our blended family of 4 dogs
It’s not the endless hairballs, nor the vet bills, nor the deafening noise when all 4 snore simultaneously. It’s the wiggle booty. All those tails wagging often make me exclaim, “We are rich! Rich with puppy!”
And now, at the end of December, I’ve finally broken the 10 posts in a month mark for the first time all year. Thanks for sticking around. My blog friends are the best thing about blogging.