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365 More Reasons

Last year on our first anniversary I wrote MQD a list of 365 reasons I loved him.  This year I did the same.  Much of what I write here is an effort to keep a record.  A record of the time passing.  There is so much of our lives we think we will never forget.  And then you turn around one day and you can’t remember.  Today.  Today, I want to remember.  They are sweet, precious days that someday will become ancient history.

 

365 More Reasons…. one more for every day….

for MQD, on October 27, 2010

  1. You asked me to marry you!
  2. You have me convinced I will be able to get pregnant even though I am a zillion years old.
  3. You’ve reminded me this past year that I have a thicker skin than I thought.
  4. You’ve also made it clear in this last year that you have a thinner skin than I’d imagined and taught me to mind my mouth.
  5. You shamed me in to not screwing with my phone while I drive.
  6. You continue to take your health very seriously.
  7. You make me feel like my own health is important.
  8. You still tuck Emily in every night that you’re home .
  9. Which is most.
  10. You’ve turned out to be a great room mate.
  11. You’re responsible.
  12. You like decorating for Halloween!
  13. You make Arrabiata every time I ask.
  14. You do the dishes even though I know you hate it.
  15. You’ve trained me to laugh at cat videos.
  16. You read in bed. And you leave the light on even when I am ready to go to bed.  But the “sexy man reading” still trumps my desire to go to sleep.
  17. You laugh at the things you read and don’t always share them.
  18. You’re ruining the little jam band fan I was raising.
  19. You are an amazing “Mike” to our little girl.
  20. You have an awesome mother.
  21. You have an awesome father.
  22. You have an awesome sister.  (This was worth three spots because they are truly that wonderful, and I feel so lucky to very soon consider them my family.)
  23. You are not a bed hog.
  24. You don’t leave towels on the floor or on the bed.
  25. You’re teaching me to “ask” you and not to “nag” you when I need something.
  26. When you watch terrible movies you admit they are terrible.
  27. You have so many wonderful books.  And you loan them to me.
  28. You write in cursive.
  29. You are intentional.
  30. You’re honest.
  31. You’re a good friend to me, and to your friends.
  32. Speaking of them, you have fantastic friends, both old and new.
  33. I can say this now after two years!  You look GREAT in a suit.
  34. You have a great laugh.
  35. You’ll dance at weddings.
  36. You almost always lock the doors at night.
  37. You take your personal hygiene very seriously.
  38. You tolerate my desire to walk on a specific side of you.
  39. You enjoy my family.
  40. My family enjoys having you around.
  41. You understand that my “family” is not limited to those to whom I am blood related.
  42. Ok.  I love Cat.
  43. You are a sharp dresser.
  44. You like to play games around the table.
  45. You have a zero tolerance for cheating policy.  :)
  46. You’ve learned a lot about yourself this year.
  47. Much of it has been scary and hard to swallow.
  48. You are sharing more and more of those scary and hard to swallow moments with me.
  49. You’re not stereotypically “male” in most ways.
  50. You let me do the grilling.
  51. You act very grateful for the meals I prepare.  Even when they are less than stellar.
  52. You teach by example.
  53. You have good table manners.
  54. You went to dance lessons with me.
  55. You left with me when we decided it was ridiculous.
  56. You’re a great “date.”
  57. You make time for me.  For me to be your girl.
  58. When you reach across a table or a room or our bed to place your hand in mine, I never doubt that it was done with intent.
  59. You will likely notice if I repeat any of the “Reasons” from last year.
  60. You will likely dig out last year’s list and reread it some time in the next week.  But you won’t probably mention to me that you have.
  61. You are secretly so much more sentimental than I knew.
  62. You think about us as a “family.”  As your family.
  63. You like doing fun things with us all together.
  64. You don’t think of babysitting as babysitting when I go out.
  65. You got a big boy hair cut.
  66. You shave almost every Monday morning like clockwork.
  67. You almost always remember to come and give me a kiss right after you have shaved.
  68. You embraced my coffee cup of water to keep the sink from clogging plan.
  69. You remember to buy stuff at the store when we run out.
  70. You don’t make me feel stupid even though I never remember.
  71. The way you giggle at our silly “inside” jokes is my favorite sound.
  72. You are firm with Emily.
  73. She will know that she can count on you, much the way I know this.
  74. You talk to me about your job, and try to explain things.
  75. You value my opinion.
  76. You are an adorable wedding planner.
  77. You are generous.
  78. You make me unashamed.
  79. You don’t seem to be interested in regularly taking up a lot of space on the couch.
  80. You don’t seem to mind that I do.
  81. You give Emily chores. And help her to remember them.
  82. When you get up to get yourself a drink or when you make tea at night you always ask if I’d like some, too.
  83. You give me space.
  84. You take yours when you need it, unapologetically.
  85. You are committed to helping me understand the emotional roller coaster of being diabetic.
  86. You make delicious banana bread.
  87. You make crispy bacon for me.
  88. And floppy bacon for you and Emily.
  89. You ask me if your clothes match, and it’s cute.
  90. Most of the time they do.
  91. You understand why I nag you about whether or not you ate lunch.
  92. You are mindful of regular car maintenance.
  93. You really hear me and I can see the changes in us that result from our listening to each other.
  94. You kiss me, really kiss me.  Still.
  95. You take Em to school.
  96. You know how much she loves you even when she fails to tell you.
  97. You get misty eyed when we talk about the future, about our future.
  98. You’re writing wedding vows.
  99. Six months in advance.
  100. You finally went and had your nipple ring checked out.  And I am glad it is finally healing so I can hug you again.
  101. You read my silly blog.
  102. You apologize when you hurt my feelings.
  103. You understand very little of my life is “private.”
  104. But you don’t mistake this lack of privacy for a lack of sincerity or intimacy.
  105. You are very carefully helping me to not pass along my insecurities to Emily.
  106. You begrudgingly give me extra room in the closet.
  107. You write nice things in cards.
  108. I like the way you make an X over the I in your name.
  109. You make Em open the cards first when she opens a present.
  110. You love Sue Sylvester.
  111. You help me enforce the not too much TV rule in our house.
  112. You’re a good role model for kids like Austin.  I like that.
  113. You remind me to take an umbrella.
  114. You’re a gentleman like that.
  115. You wax nostalgic about your “twenties” in a cute way even though you’re still in the thick of them.
  116. You make up funny parts when you read Emily a story.
  117. You have a good sense of direction.
  118. You like nice things.
  119. You still “court” me even though you’ve got me for good.
  120. You apologize when you raise your voice.
  121. You find the most absurd things funny.
  122. You don’t take yourself too seriously.
  123. You never make me feel like I’m not the most beautiful girl in your world,   even though you never really say that.
  124. You check in on me, but it never feels like you’re checking up on me.
  125. You write me funny all caps instant messages that make me smile.
  126. You call me on my office line and it makes me blush.
  127. You read metal blogs.
  128. You could probably write a metal blog.
  129. You almost always buy a t-shirt when you go to a show.
  130. You stay up late talking to my mom.
  131. You know in your heart of hearts I love your owl talons.
  132. You are not bashful.
  133. You know who Mary Tyler Moore is.  And I don’t care if it is only because she is in your tribe.
  134. You always check the mail.
  135. You like scary movies.
  136. You agreed to go somewhere warm on our honey moon.
  137. You take your own hobbies and interests seriously and don’t mind shelling out the cash to enjoy them.
  138. You have a lot of beauty products.
  139. You have exceptional eye sight.
  140. You make a face when you say “Tinkerbell” that slays me.
  141. You’re good at sticking to a budget.
  142. You read Unconditional Parenting.
  143. And you let it really touch you.
  144. You love to scare the shit out of Emily.
  145. You will endlessly debate things.
  146. You’ll drop it when I am finished.
  147. You almost always come out to see if we need help carrying anything.
  148. You conquered your fear of flying.  With a little help.
  149. You hug me at the airport, or the train station, even when it hasn’t been but a few days.
  150. You un-facebook from time to time.
  151. You’ve brought a lot of levity to some heavy days.
  152. You let me cry about my divorce.
  153. You still let me cry from time to time.
  154. You know how much I love you.
  155. You have pretty eyes.
  156. You’re daring.
  157. You are forgiving.
  158. And yet you are relentless.
  159. You have no patience for my typos.
  160. You LOVE meat.
  161. You introduced me to the term meat sweats.
  162. You don’t litter.
  163. But you like to pretend you’re going to to see my horrified face.
  164. You challenge me.
  165. You give me the phone when you’re on the phone with your family.
  166. Oh!  Your grandmother, she is her very own reason that I love you!
  167. You carry my shit in your purse when I don’t take one.
  168. You are protective of your girls.
  169. You have a wonderful home town.
  170. You look so happy the first time each fall that you can wear a stocking cap.
  171. You’re a good shopper.
  172. You try things on in the store.
  173. Your wedding proposal was so sweet….
  174. You took the time to write down the details of the evening of our engagement when I asked you to.
  175. When you wake up in the morning you pop out of bed sometimes without kissing me.  But you always come back after your shower and say good morning
  176. You turn the shower off and not just the water,  finally.
  177. You’ve given me both the strength and the confidence to stand up to you.
  178. You probably recognize that #177 sure could bite you in the ass.
  179. You heard me on October 15th when we talked on the porch.  And you know that I will do everything I can to make us work.  Including face the things that scare me.
  180. You stand on the porch frequently when Emily and I leave the house, and you wave at us.
  181. You make me feel like part of you will be missing until we return.
  182. You let me decorate.
  183. But you have an opinion.
  184. You never throw my Snoopy on the floor.
  185. Or disrespect my Pillow Dog.
  186. You agreed to let me match up your socks.  Because the willy nilly throw them all in there approach was going to make me insane.  Even though they are not my socks, Or even in my drawer.  Just knowing they were in there.  Wild and loose.
  187. You are very conscious of not having tons of leftovers that we throw out.
  188. And to that end you will eat meatloaf many, many days in a row.
  189. You can drink a case of diet coke in about six hours.
  190. You like Morphine now.  And give me props every time we listen to them.
  191. I enjoy the Hour of Slack.  And I can not believe this.
  192. You are a stickler for DOING not TALKING about things.
  193. You tolerate my interest in football even though you don’t give a shit.
  194. You have our wedding date on your calendar as Big Day.
  195. You know that getting married won’t really change anything.
  196. You know that being “husband and wife” by title will feel good, though.
  197. You agreed to watch Dexter from the beginning even though you have seen the first three seasons.
  198. You’d flip if I gave a shitty kid’s movie 5 stars on your Netflix.  (I wouldn’t dare.)
  199. You don’t roll your eyes when I talk about my boob food girls like they are my in-real life friends.
  200. You encourage me to get to the gym by making sure I have the time to go, but don’t make me feel like you think less of me when I don’t.
  201. You laugh at me when I am ridiculous.
  202. Sweet Ass Parking Spot Day.
  203. You tell me when I have bad breath.
  204. You carry Emily when my back hurts.
  205. You remind me not to because of my back.
  206. You appreciate when the sky looks pretty.  And you’ll stop to look.
  207. You get choked up when you talk about how much you love us.
  208. You want a dog some day.
  209. You can laugh when I pick on you.  Most of the time.
  210. You let me know when it is not one of those times.
  211. You put up with me.
  212. You make Date Night feel special.  Just by the way you look at me.
  213. You will make an amazing Husband.
  214. You will make me feel like a Wife.  A real Wife.
  215. The vest.  I think you will retire the vest some day.
  216. When you like something you buy it in every color.
  217. You play by childhood rules.  First one to turn the radio on picks the music.  First one on the couch, remote in hand, picks the show.  I’m not sure you know you do this.  But you do.
  218. I like it.  It makes things predictable.
  219. You’re mindful of the A/C.  But not stingy with its use.
  220. You make a funny face when we are in the car and you’re driving and you bring something up and then you nod… as if to say “So, look it up and tell me what you find.”
  221. You are frequently exasperated with me.
  222. You still make me giddy when you call.
  223. You are creative.
  224. You let Em and Kellan play with your bass.
  225. You delight in showing Em how things work.
  226. You always forget to put the lettuce in the fridge.  And for some reason it makes me smile when I see the salad spinner on the counter after you clean up the kitchen.
  227. You keep me in check.
  228. You make me  a better mother.
  229. You never forget things.  Not important things.
  230. And #229 is so true that I am easily convinced I failed to tell you something when you do forget things.
  231. I think you will be a very engaged school parent.
  232. You carve a mean pumpkin.
  233. You ask me to do things for you that are easy, I think because you know it gives me pleasure.
  234. You notice the small things.
  235. You will make a Google document about anything.
  236. You’re excited for our wedding.
  237. You understood all the reasons it made me feel weird to talk about it before we were engaged.
  238. You wanted to ask my Father in person.
  239. You DID ask my father, the first chance that you got.
  240. You love garlic.
  241. You don’t mind hanging out in the kitchen with me while I cook.
  242. You shred your junk mail.
  243. You like your little horror movie & monster figurines.
  244. But you let the kids play with them.
  245. You humor me.  And my idiosyncrasies.
  246. Your underpants…. someday.  Someday you won’t make me giggle.  And that will be a sad day.
  247. You smell the milk for me when I think it’s bad.
  248. You don’t mind watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang every weekend.
  249. You shine your shoes regularly.
  250. You make fun of our age gap often enough to make me feel like it really doesn’t bother you.
  251. But not so often that it bothers me.
  252. You like waking up early in the morning.
  253. You’re not afraid of babies.
  254. You are genuinely thrilled to see that Gia is happy to see you.
  255. You’re open to examining why you feel the way you do about things.
  256. You bought me This Book Will Change Your Life. And you don’t think it is silly.
  257. You don’t let me dwell on things.
  258. You love Tosh.0.
  259. You tolerate my crap TV.  And I am SURE this is a repeat from last year, but you STILL tolerate my crap TV.
  260. You took a leap of faith with me.
  261. You examine your own religious inklings. Often.
  262. Without you I’d never know the joy that is TISM.
  263. You never delete shit on the TiVo.  Or at least I think you don’t.
  264. Sometimes you offer to take us out for dinner “my treat” and the way you say it melts me.
  265. When I look out the window and I see your car pulling in my heart skips a beat.
  266. You miss me when you go out of town.
  267. You are teaching me not to yell.
  268. You finally started drinking bottled beer.
  269. You “invented” peanut butter on waffles.
  270. You love full fat cheese sticks.
  271. You take your crap out of your pockets before you throw it in the laundry.
  272. For the most part you throw your clothes in the laundry.
  273. You are open to shopping for an alternative footwear to your grey sneakers.
  274. You wore your flip flops a lot this summer.
  275. You think we don’t “need” cable TV.
  276. You got ADT installed.
  277. You make the best “WTF is wrong with you” face.  Often.
  278. You actually say ROFLCOPTER.
  279. You’re savvy.
  280. You got Em a pink car seat. For your car.
  281. You try not to screw around with your phone while we are talking.
  282. You never seem to lose me when we are out in public.  Which is great.  Because I seem to lose you, me AND Emily.
  283. I think you really will start going to the UU Church with me.
  284. You know when something is just not a good fit for you.
  285. You came back to me.  Because I am.
  286. You hold me tight when you know it is time.
  287. You say “Shhh shhh, c’mere” when I need you to just Be.  To Be there.
  288. You have some good ideas about wedding music.
  289. You didn’t make me feel like I pressured you to get married.  Even though you could have.
  290. You read at the pool.  At the table.
  291. You remember to pack snacks.
  292. You drive even when you don’t want to.
  293. You planned on going to that Bridal Shower.  And it was a fun afternoon.
  294. You like Big Plans.
  295. You surprise me.
  296. You’re a good speller.
  297. You will probably see the connection between #295 and #296.
  298. You will stick to a meal plan if I make one.
  299. You are an excellent Grocery Shopper.
  300. You are careful.
  301. You said “we should get a booster seat” last night and you weren’t kidding.
  302. You’re a lightweight these days.
  303. You talked me in to putting a password on my phone.
  304. You call me when I can’t find my phone.
  305. If you roll your eyes you at least do it behind my back.
  306. You cut me a lot of slack.
  307. You are vain.
  308. You volunteered to take on parental roles.  And have executed them all with grace.
  309. You always introduce me, never leave me feeling awkward.
  310. You call Em “my daughter.”
  311. You draw funny pictures.
  312. You keep cryptic notes to yourself.
  313. You trust me not to invade your privacy.
  314. And I trust you to do the same.
  315. You are handsome.
  316. YOU WEAR JEANS!  ( Oh man, I almost left this one out…)
  317. I think you will become a jogger this year.  And that makes me proud of you.
  318. You push the stroller.
  319. You helped me in the garden.
  320. You look cute when you sleep on the couch.
  321. You can fall asleep with your shoes on.
  322. On the bed.
  323. You make me feel like everything is gonna be just fine.
  324. You fall asleep in mere moments.
  325. You always have cash for the tolls.
  326. You are my best friend.
  327. You get excited when we cross a state line.  No matter how long we’ve been in the car.
  328. You never forget to bring the fruit to school.
  329. I trust you with my most precious thing in your car.  Daily.
  330. You’re really good about staying on track with the timeline for our day.
  331. You are down with having a Prom Party some day at our house.
  332. You don’t mind that I let the neighborhood kids wreak havoc on our schedule some times.
  333. You are super funny when you get on the trampoline.
  334. You can’t find things in the fridge.
  335. You have a big heart.
  336. You wanted to call some kind of animal helper/veterinarian/control person over a turtle.
  337. You’ve exposed Em to Ren & Stimpy.
  338. You’re careful not to expose Em to too much else.
  339. You make the grossest sound when you have something in your teeth.  But it’s endearing.
  340. You love your tan sweatshirt.  Like, LOVE it.
  341. You will play “Which thing would you buy,” my all time favorite catalogue game.
  342. And the things you want are so damn funny.
  343. You love The Spinners.
  344. You really value mouthwash as its own step in the teeth routine.  Not as a substitute for brushing.
  345. You will not entertain my “what ifs.”  Sometimes this makes me insane.  But most of the time it saves me a tremendous amount of worry.
  346. You were behind me getting my IUD removed 100%.  Well not actually behind me,  That would have been awkward.
  347. You try not to let my seven hundred and thirty day long game of Grab Ass bother you.
  348. You bring the trash cans back.
  349. You can’t fold laundry to save your life  But you try.
  350. Your ability and desire to articulate your feelings has grown exponentially.
  351. You forgive yourself. I have learned a lot from you about this.  And I admire this.
  352. You forgive me, too.
  353. You don’t mock me.  Even though I know you have countless opportunity.
  354. You share your “man room.”  With the kids of all people.
  355. You have watched with anticipation our cats becoming friends.  And you comment upon it like it is international news.
  356. You’re scared sometimes.
  357. When I speak about the possibility of “us” not making it, you noticeably cringe.  And you finally said “I don’t like it when you say that.”
  358. You’re interesting.
  359. You don’t like talking on the phone but when I am driving a long distance at night you’ll chit chat with me.
  360. You have given me a Life Do-Over.
  361. You know that this year’s list made me cry even more than last years.
  362. You are mine.
  363. You are your own person at the same time.
  364. You are my “happily ever after.”
  365. You will understand that even though this year’s list might have some repeats, and it is definitely more focused on you and me and Emily than just you and me…. that I still love you, madly.  For every reason I listed last year.  And all of those above.  And a thousand more. Happy Second Anniversary, baby.

Same time next year?

Two years ago today a boy  took me out on a blind date.  Last weekend the man in this picture took us shopping for goodies to decorate our house with for Halloween.

I love you, sweetheart.  Happy Anniversary.

Costume A-ha Moment…

Halloween planning is in full tilt at our house.   There are ghosts in our trees,  creepy scarecrows on our porches and cobwebs with plastic spider rings in our bushes.  There are bags of candy hidden in our closets. Pumpkins have been carved (and will hopefully survive the 85 degree afternoons we’ve been having between rainstorms.)  This Halloween has me soaking up the “family-ness” of it all.  Halloween is MQD’s favorite holiday, and it has long since been mine.  Emily mentioned the other day that Halloween is her favorite day, too, and MQD was quick to point out that with the  number of times a day that kid changes her clothes and/or dresses up, EVERY day is like Halloween to her.  

Em has been under the weather off and on for more than  week.  So the other night when I was at the store and saw this fantastic Queen of Hearts costume I caved and bought it.  It didn’t matter to me if she wanted it for Halloween or not, the gigantic hoop skirt had me so excited that I knew she’d love it.  She has since settled on a plan.  Tinkerbell for the day time at school, Queen of Hearts for the weekend trick or treating.

She’d previously been hoping that we’d all dress up as the Flintstones and was heartbroken when her buddy did not jump at the chance to be Bam-Bam.  I got to thinking about the possibility of a group Alice in Wonderland costume and MQD was on board with either a Mad Hatter or a White Rabbit.  The gears started churning and I started getting more and more excited.  Already I can see in Em’s face the teenager she will some day be.  And I know that the Halloweens she will want to dress up with me are numbered.  It seems like it was only last year that she was a little lamb, and I was a Fairy God Mother.

So when I started looking online for an Alice dress I was prepared to spend a few bucks.  I was excited.  But what I wasn’t prepared for was my reaction to the available costumes.  What if you were planning on Trick or Treating with your children?  What if you weren’t  planning  on using Halloween as an excuse to dress like a tramp?  Now this is certainly not a new observation.  I have been laughing at the quiet girls that suddenly turn in to Sexy Firemen or Sexy Nurses or Sexy Chefs for years.  And it wasn’t because I had a problem with it.  I just had a problem with hiding behind the holiday, with not owning it.  And now it seems I had a problem with the fact that costume manufacturers are under the assumption that everyone wants to look like a hooker on  Halloween.

I think it is important to point out here that this opinion is coming from the girl who proudly left the top three buttons of her shirt open while she served drinks for YEARS  because I had no shame in my game.  I sold liquor.  To men.  Liquor and laughs and, yes, a few cheap boob peeks.     I have zero problem with looking cheap.  But you gotta own it.  And if you own it, you might as well work it. And if you’re gonna work it, you might as well work it for cash.  (The impact that selling T&A along with a side order of Miller Lite had on my self-esteem and emotional development is a story in and of itself but suffice it to say that I still  don’t feel “pretty” all covered up. )

But Halloween isn’t about being “pretty.”  And this Halloween isn’t even about me.  It’s about being the Alice to my Queen.  Ultimately I found a great costume.  And it was supremely affordable compared to many of the other options out there.  And it covered my ass.  And did not require bloomers.  Alice is not known for her cleavage and my rendition would be no exception.  I anxiously awaited the arrival of the costume.  I did cringe a little when I ordered it, an Extra Large.  I do my best not to take it to heart, sizing is so relative.  And costumes always tend to run small, I didn’t have time for my pride to get in the way of… well, of my tits.  Which would most definitely not fit in a Large according to the  costume measurement guidelines on the website.  So I sucked it up, ordered the Extra Large and waited.

Last night it got here.  I pulled it on and it buttons up!  By all definitions it “fits.”  Flattering on the other hand, it is not. I can use this dress next year to go as a Prison Matron, I think.  But Em’s face.   She looked delighted.  So delighted in fact that I didn’t even cringe when I looked in the mirror.  Was I successful in procuring a costume that is not unnecessarily sexy?  Yes.  Do I look like a linebacker?  Yes.    Will I be smiling while I portray the GIGANTIC post “Eat Me” Alice?  You bet your ass.

 

Sidenote:  The challenges will resume shortly.  I am waiting on my slack ass buddies to catch up with me.

 

Graduation Day

I was standing in the bathroom just now washing my hands when I started to laugh. The pearls, black shirt with a boat-neck combination kinda gives me a High School Senior Picture vibe today.  I have had it in the back of my mind for a little over a week to try and write down how I have been feeling recently… like I graduated.  I’m not exactly sure when it happened.  But I am not a “Single Parent” anymore.  It wasn’t a role I was fond of having and not one I took on over night, it was a gradual transition in some respects.  Just as shedding it has been.  Last weekend we met up with a friend of Em’s and her mom.  She’s in the thick of it, the negotiating, the lawyers, the business end of falling out of love, or at least marriage.   I had so much to say.  But I felt myself bite my tongue.  All of a sudden my “been there, done that” freshly divorced advice sounded like it came from someone that had “been there and done that” a long, long time ago.   Moments in my life that stung, that made my eyes swollen, that made my arms ache from just trying to keep it all together… they were fading.  Moments you tell yourself that you will never forget… some good, some bad, defining moments.  They do fade.  And if you’re not careful you don’t even see them leaving… so I thought I’d best get it all down before it feels like it happened to someone else.  I tell MQD that someday Em will barely remember a time when she didn’t have a mom, a dad and a step-dad.  I never imagined that I wouldn’t remember it either…

Strangely, I have mixed feelings about not being a “Single Parent” anymore.  I love that Emily is reaping the rewards of having a larger everyday support system.  I love having a partner to bounce my thoughts off of and I obviously appreciate not being the only care-giver in our house on a day-to-day basis.  There’s “me” time, whatever the shit that is but moms love it, apparently.  But strangely… I am mourning the loss of a certain badass-nesss that came with the “I got this” attitude that I brought to being a single mother.  It was hard. Sure.  There were harried nights when the dinner I put on the table left a little bit to be desired.  There was more television viewed in my house than I cared to admit.   But we were an unstoppable team, me and Em.  It was Us against the world and I felt no need for an apology.

No one asks you how you manage it all when you have a partner in crime.  Like somehow the job of being  a parent is supposed to be unilaterally easier when you have another job, that of domestic partner/girlfriend/lover/fiancée/best friend, added in to the mix.  Yes.  Having MQD makes being a mother easier.  But being a mother AND a woman is harder, infinitely harder than being only Em’s mother ever was.  All alone, me and Em, my heart was never torn about where I should be.  I never wanted two things all at once.  Both with a desperate ferocity that only love can bring.

Last night I was awoken by a weird banging sound.   It scared me.  I woke up MQD and he checked the doors for me.  I was grateful he was there.  We laid back down and my heart was still racing the way it does when you wake up in the middle of a nightmare.  I couldn’t get back to sleep.  I rolled over against him and as is often the case when we are awoken in the night he was almost completely back to sleep in mere moments.  I was frightened still.  And I hopped out of bed, Snoopy, PillowDog and bed pillow in hand and headed for Em’s room.  I recall saying that I didn’t like her being so far away from me, I couldn’t protect her from the Boogie Man that was surely lurking outside our doors.  I slid in to bed beside her and she placed one hand on either side of my face.  Her teeny little body warm against mine.   She leaned her head against my chin and I could smell her.  And all at once I felt safe.

And then I felt guilty.  I imagined the Boogie Man entering through the minuscule crack below our bedroom window and who was there to protect MQD?  I’d all but given up an offering to the Boogie Man.  Saved myself and my little lady without a backwards glance.

I have graduated.  I am not a Single Parent.  But I haven’t quite figured out how to love them both all at once without feeling like someone gets short-changed.  And I think I’m gonna keep that BadAssMom cape you get at Single Mom school.  I earned it.

Reason 867 I love my brother…

He sent me this picture yesterday.  And in light of my revealing my recent theft to the interwebz… I needed a little reminding.

Day 35: The Task Master

The challenge was to cut up these little pieces of paper that had tasks written on them and hand them out to people.  I considered making a photocopy of the page and handing a few out just to see what kind of reaction I’d get… but instead I spent a good part of the weekend really listening to the number of “tasks” I hand out on a pretty regular basis.

The other morning I asked MQD if he “wanted” to do something.  Something along the lines of making the bed or emptying the dishwasher.  Surely not something that anyone WANTS to do.  He responded by asking me if that was a request or an inquiry.  A fair question. And a question that got me thinking…

My relationship with MQD has transitioned from being boyfriend/girlfriend to being roommates and co-parents far more painlessly than I ever imagined it would.  Being a parent is an impossibly difficult task some days.  My time as a single parent made me more than well aware of this.  I am beyond grateful  for the millions of ways that MQD has become a parent to Emily overnight.  Their relationship grew alongside ours, naturally, but it was not until we moved in together that his role took on a permanency in her eyes, I think.  He volunteered not long after we moved to start taking her to school.  This has been a huge help, it gives me a few minutes of “me” time in the morning that I haven’t experienced in a long, long time.  And it affords me the opportunity to watch the two of them leave the house together, looking like family.  It chokes me up still, at least two or three days a week.  All of this to say that perhaps it was my experience being on my own that makes me never take for granted his efforts to help me as a parent, and to be his own parent independent of me.  I am embarrassed to admit that I might not be so grateful had I not had this experience.  And gratitude is so essential to fostering an environment of respect.

I like cooking dinner.  He likes eating.  So I cook and he does dishes.  I can’t stand the cat hair.  He can’t see it.  So he cleans the litter boxes more often than not and I clean up the cat hair.  I’m a stickler for the way my clothes are folded. But he’ll switch it from the washer to the dryer without so much as a reminder.  The list goes on and on… We fell in to an easy division of labor.  There are certainly days, sometimes weeks, when one or the other of us drops the ball, but it is picked up by the other with the knowledge that the pendulum will swing back the other way in due time.

I started thinking about why, why we are able to exist for the most part in a fairly peaceful state.   I believe our efforts at clear and concise communication are largely to credit.  I have a tendency to slide backwards, in to a style of passive-aggressive communicating that really doesn’t benefit anyone.  It’s lazy.  And even if I can blame half of it on my low self-esteem and my struggle to speak up about what it is I desire I have to admit that the other half of it can be blamed on sheer laziness.  MQD routinely calls me on it.  Somehow I have learned to take his criticism as constructive and try and learn from it. I also have a tremendous tendency to ask for opinions I won’t heed… so I am working on that, too… I’ve learned a lot about communicating, oddly enough, from a person that communicates/speaks far less frequently that I do.  There is a greater weight to his words than to mine it seemed.  And in the last couple of years I have learned that my words have significance, too.  And that I should choose the more wisely than I have in the past.

So, I passed on this challenge.  Because there isn’t much I need to ask for.  I have been rewarded with a partner that anticipates my needs and fulfills them.  I’m proud of the work we’ve done.  Independently and as a unit.  To get our own needs voiced and met.  I’ve learned a lot about how to communicate.  And how to listen.  And how to be patient.  I’ve learned enough to feel like a complete asshole when a careless statement slips through my lips and hurts someone I love.

Oh, and I am trying not to be so god damn bossy.  And this challenge didn’t really jive with that.

Engagement: He Said, She Said

So I posted my take on our engagement… I asked MQD to write down what he recalls from the evening.  Funny all the details that I forgot to write down…

Excuse my poor grammar and sentence structure.I wanted to do something nice but Kelly and I didn’t have too many places that were specifically ours.  We had our first date, our first blind date, at Glass Half Full in Carrboro, NC.  We went to the bar across the street afterwards to hang out.  That sounds like a good as any plan for a proposal.  New beginnings and all that.I woke up that morning and put on khakis and my usual work shoes and a blue dress shirt.  I hoped Jenny would be there early this particular evening, so I brought the tie with me to work; it was the only one I was satisfied with.  I opened my white sock drawer and picked up the box that I had been checking on daily for a week.  I opened the box and looked inside the box in the box to make sure it was still there.  It was.  I left for work.

I knew Kelly was getting off early from work, so I jumped early too since I had to go to two banks to run errands and pick up Emily.  I saw a black Versa with a Virginia plate driving up Mt Ephesus.  The driver looked crazed.  I waved at Kelly.  I felt like we just caught each other playing hooky.

I came home and we took some pictures, and had some drinks before heading off to glass half full.  I think I tried to tie my tie 7 times.  It never looked right.  We drove to Glass Half Full and talked about our days at work.  We got there and they seated us in the booth we sat in on our first date.  We ordered beers instead of wine.  We had two appetizers: The cheese plate and the Fried Calamari.  I was not as hesitant to eat the Bleu cheese this time around.  Kelly still laughs just as loud.  Kelly ran to the bathroom for a second.  I figured that this is something to do between Kelly & I alone.  We don’t need to be gawked at like circus freaks.  I asked the waitress for a check.   There was an error on it.  I wouldn’t have noticed.  She brings another one while Kelly and I are at the table.  I keep making sure the box is in my pocket.

We decide to move the car in case we are unable to move it later and don’t want it towed.  The first lot is full.  We end up getting a sweet parking space next to Elmo’s in Carr Mill, next to the handicapped parking space.  We walk through Carr Mill because I think it’s faster from our pleasant location.  We’re holding hands.  We begin walking through Weaver Street Market. Kelly seems tense.  I have butterflies.  I’ve had them the whole night.  I don’t know how people do this and just ask.

We cross the street from Weaver Street to a fountain.  There was no one there.  I say to here, “Let’s do this thing.”  I tell her that I love her and I tell her that she makes me cry and I hope we’re very happy for a long time.  I get down on my right knee and and ask her, “Kelly, will you marry me.” Just like the movies.  She says yes and we hug and we kiss and she’s bouncing all around.  I think she forgot about the ring.  She spins around and I put it on her and it fits and I’m relieved.  There is a flowy-dressed, brown ponytail typical Carrboro woman walking by, Kelly tells her that I proposed to her and she said yes.  The girl says,”Great”, like she couldn’t have meant it less without missing a step.  We laugh alot at that.

We send pictures to the family.  Scott blows up our spot on Facebook. We go to Speak Easy to meet up with Tricia, Amy, Nate & Brian.  Brian brings Chia.  Brian didn’t have a clue.  I order us Jager.  Kelly likes Jager.  I can live without it.  We have a fun night.  I become juvenile and immature later in the night.  I shouldn’t drink shots.

MQD looks at me like this at least once in the course of every meal… tonight was unique in many ways… but he didn’t fail to give me the “eye.”

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A Question…..

On October 27, 2008 I went to dinner at Glasshalfull in Carrboro.   MQD picked me up for a blind date and about ten minutes in I was smitten and nervous.

On September 10, 2010 I went to dinner at Glasshalfull again.  This time MQD met me at home, at our home, and I hurried to change my clothes so we could get out the door by 6ish.  Jenny was watching Emily and she took our picture in the front yard like we were going to prom.

We were on the way there in the car and I remarked that I was not particularly hungry, much like the first time we went there.  So we had a couple of beers and shared two appetizers.  We laughed a lot.  And both of us were misty-eyed more than  a few times.  We sat in the same booth that we were seated in the first time we were there.  MQD put his hand in his pocket twice.  I almost choked both times.

I went to the bathroom, thinking he needed a minute.  I came back to see he’d gotten the check.  I stole my napkin.  Because I thought I might cry all over myself shortly. We walked out the door.  Giddy.  I asked him if we should move the car.  Very confidently he answered “Yes.”  Naturally I assumed he must have a plan.

We moved the car.  We walked through Weaver Street Market, a spot we frequent.  MQD smiled a lot.  He held my hand.  He said very little.

We crossed the street.  And he said “Well, let’s do this thing.”  And in front of the Century Center he stopped me.

He looked nervous.  My heart was pounding and he said “Kelly, I love you with all my heart.  Because you make me cry.”  From anyone else this would be a funny statement but I absolutely know the gift that I have given him, the safety that he feels with me allows him to… feel.  It was an awfully sweet thing for him to say.

And then he did it…. he bent down on his knee like in the movies and he said “Kelly, will you marry me?”  And I smiled and I said “Yes, absolutely yes.”  And we kissed and laughed and I realized I’d not put the ring on.  And he put it on my finger and it fit, perfectly!

And we laughed some more and we hugged on the corner for a bit.  And then a classic Carrboro gal walked by, sandals, long silver hair, organic cotton long skirt… and I said “He just asked me to marry him.  Right now!  And I said “Yes!” and she barely slowed down… and she turned her head and said “Great.”  And kept walking.

We laughed some more.  We went over to the Speakeasy to catch up with our friends.

I wish this picture wasn’t blurry…. because it is so very, very “us.”

MQD, thank you for a very wonderful evening.  It was equal parts romantic and silly.  You are everything I could have ever asked for in a man.  You make me smile… every day.  I love you, babe.

 

She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire
Why was he so nervous?

He took her to the park
She crossed her arms
And lowered her eyelids

Some day somebody’s gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight I’ve got a question for you

She’d had no idea
Started to cry
She said in a good way

He took her by the hand
Walked her back home
They took the long way

Some day somebody’s gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight I’ve got a question for you
I’ve got a question for you

~Old 97’s

Rebel without a cause….

“Mom, can I dye my hair like a rainbow.”

“No.”

“But you had blue hair.”

“Yes. I did.”

“How old were you when you had blue hair?”

“30.”

“Okay when I’m 30 I’m going to dye my hair like a rainbow.”

“Great idea.”

Happy Birthday, Ems…

Ems,
I’m just really proud that it was yesterday you decided to start dropping the “Breaking the Law! Breaking the Law!!” every time we did something a little awesome. Because it will be way funnier to remind you that you used to quote Judas Priest when you were only three. But seriously… are you only four years old? Yesterday afternoon when I picked you up from school we were on the way down the hall and I said “So… did you do anything cool today?” You rolled your eyes a bit and said “Well, sure… let me get my backpack and we can break it down when we get in the car.”

I was almost afraid that years had passed me by and you were turning 14. But then you woke me up this morning with your sweet face next to mine and said “Mom, I think I peed in your bed a tiny, tiny bit.” And oddly… I was happy to have my baby back for a second.

Happy Birthday, goofy girl. You’re still my big, bright star. Every day shining brighter. Love you.
-Mom

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