Oh, Friday, where have you been all my life?! This was a very long week, physically and emotionally. It can’t be all sunshine and rainbows every week, after all!
This is a weird Friday for me because Jeremy and Mason are at the MKE Auto Show. It’s a tradition Jer and I have had since we started dating. I opted to stay home to try to get rid of a headache. What is most perplexing to me is how I have a few hours to myself- completely alone- and I have no idea how to fill my time. I tried to relax but I feel anxious like I should be accomplishing something. I turned off most of the lights (including the one in the hallway that Mason will not allow me to turn off-ever), and stretched out on the couch with a book but I am restless.
So instead I got up and cleaned Mason’s room: books, cars, trucks, puzzle pieces, and every. single. lego.
This is Mommyhood. And that’s just fine with me.
I love Milwaukee. Then winter comes. I threaten to move and then quickly remember that I could not bring myself to actually move. At least not at this point in my life.
MKE is my home.
I have heard many people say that the residents in states where there are no “seasons” envy those of us in states that do. I can see where they would envy seasons, just not the shitty ones. And I don’t even mean winter as a whole. I just mean the whole chunk of time after the joy of the holidays have worn off between January 2nd and the beginning of April where all you can see for miles and miles are barren tree branches, dirty snow on the sides of the roads, and white powder on your vehicles and best suede boots, left over from the rock salt on the streets to ensure we don’t all kill ourselves on ice.
So much for getting a car wash last weekend. At least it took one layer of salt off.
Sigh. Seasons. I am getting antsy for the ones where Jer and I don’ fight over the thermostat. Well at least not regarding the fact that it is NOT warm enough in the house. Yeah, ok, Mr. Sleep-With-A-Wind-Tunnel-Sized-Box-Fan.
Yep, suffice it to say that here in Milwaukee, depending on what season you’re in (and sometimes not depending on… 2 years ago it was 70 degrees in December. Figure that one out.), you are sure to experience a wide array of temperatures and weather. One day we may all freeze to death in a polar vortex and the next I can feel my skin melting off.
Behold: my favorite things about each season (yes, even winter) in Milwaukee, WI.
The smell of clean rain. Light jackets. Tulips blossoming. Storm windows raised. New life blooming.
Spending every moment outside. Tan skin. Late nights. Daisy dukes. Grilling out. Biking adventures. Festivals. Fireworks.
Brightly colored leaves. Jeans and hoodies. Hot apple cider. Bonfires. Snuggling on the couch. Taking walks.
Freshly fallen snow. The moon reflecting off the snow. Peppermint hot chocolate. Cozy sweaters. Warm cats.
A collection of my favorite V Day pins. Enjoy!
There seem to be 2 main camps when it comes to Valentine’s Day: those who love every Hallmark-drenched second- the flowers, the chocolate, the wine, the almost guarantee of getting lucky…. and those who loathe everything about the holiday- the sappy statuses of those in love clogging up their news feed, the lines of procrastinating men in Pick n’ Save, the jewelry commercials…
Haters gon’ hate.
Anyway, I don’t find myself in either category. I certainly don’t hate Valentine’s Day. I love fresh roses, moscato, and chocolate covered strawberries are basically my favorite thing on the planet. I also don’t despise the holiday. I have no reason to.
I want to remember to show Jer how much I love and appreciate him every day, not just Valentine’s Day! It is wonderful that there is a day dedicated to celebrating love and what it means in every relationship, but we all need to carry the same attitude with us the other 364 days of the year. Too often we seem to forget to be thankful for our husbands, wives, partners, etc, but they are a gift!
Have a perfect day, all you love birds out there! Remember to show your love every day!
February 8th 2015 is this year’s World Marriage Day
I am certainly no expert in marriage. Hell, I have only been married for 6 months! There are things I assumed about marriage, based on pieces of advice given by friends and family members who have been married longer. So far, my assumptions have been correct: there are days where the sun is shining and all is well in the world, and there are days we argue. There are days where loving each other is easy, and days where it takes a lot of work to get along. It’s the biggest adventure I have ever been on.
When people ask me “So, how is married life?” I don’t have a totally rad answer for them like: “Ohmygosh it is UH-mazzzzing! It is everything I hoped it would be and more! We melt into each other’s love day in and day out!”. No, my answer seems to be the same each time: “It’s going great! It’s the same.” Jeremy and I had lived together for almost 4 years prior to getting married, and our life was essentially that of a married couple: a shared bank account, a pet (Lola!), investments made together, hardships endured together (deaths in both families), and the miracle of life (the birth of our son). The only things missing were the rings. And I must admit, in most respects our life is “the same” as it was before we were married. But I feel incredibly blessed and loved that Jer made the promises that he did on our wedding day. And my answer of “it’s the same”, is the most wonderful reality there is.
So far in our marriage, I have learned:
- To pick my battles. Perhaps the dirty socks on the floor 4 feet away from the laundry chute aren’t as big of a deal as I make them out to be. And if I focus on such a small issue that I have created to be monumental in my head, how will I focus on nurturing our relationship in all of the other more important areas? Areas such as agreeing how to raise Mason, and what type of home investments we should make. Areas like ensuring we make time for each other.
- To listen. To not just hear what he is saying, but to listen and understand. Sometimes he may need me to just sit and listen to what he is saying, rather than offer advice or try to avenge the situation.
- To have a united front in the parenting department. Mason watches and listens to every single little thing we do. It is so important to remain consistent when it comes to parenting.
- To speak his “love language”. I read the book. And asked Jeremy to pretty please take the quiz at the end of it. And it only reaffirmed what I had already known: his love language is undoubtedly Words of Affirmation. I make an effort to always say thank you, to praise him when he brags about school or work or a project he is working on. I tell him that I’m proud of him, that he is doing a tremendous job, that I love him.
- To have patience. Because sometimes I am really, REALLY going to lose my shit.
- To cherish the time we spend together. I feel like sometimes we get lost in the routine of the week, and forget to slow down and actually enjoy each other’s company!
I hope and pray that we have many more years to learn and grow together!
I was amazed by how quickly my mind was overwhelmed when I started to contemplate all the things I want to experience and accomplish before I die. It is far more feasible for my weekend state of mind to come up with a simpler list: a list of things I hope to accomplish this year. While the technical definition of a bucket list is things one hopes to achieve in their lifetime, I still feel it is an appropriate title for this post. Unlike the resolutions I made at the beginning of this year, my “bucket list” consists of smaller goals (except, however, for the one involving a certain almost-3-year-old and his adventures in learning to use the potty). My mini-goals are:
- Get a tattoo. While I do take pride in virgin skin, I do have a meaningful tat in mind. I want to get Mason’s birth date in roman numerals on my neck. If I ever have more babies (are you insane Rachel?!), I can easily add birthday’s vertically down my neck. In the future, I also hope to get “Whom then shall I fear?” in a swirl font on my collarbone area.
- Learn kickboxing. Thanks, Wisconsin Athletic Club!
- Watch a sunrise. My morning commute does not count.
- Go wine tasting.
- Paint the walls in my house! I am not sure whether the previous owners painted all the walls stark white because they decided to sell, or if they truly enjoyed living within all white walls. Either way, it’s creeping me out and I need to add some color. Now. Or, you know, in Spring when I can open the windows and not fumigate everyone in the house. I want to paint the kitchen yellow (to match the new backsplash, granite, and cabinets), our bedroom navy blue (or some other dark blue), the bathroom gray (to match the white, silver, and gray tiles), and Mason’s room green and blue.
- Plant a small garden (and keep it alive)!!
What is on your bucket list?