I am Re-Learning How to be Married Again

I’ve been remarried a month today.  Yes, it is our one month Anniversary.

So far so good.

 Al says he is going to put one of these on my headstone,

“So Far So Good” or  “She Hoped.”

Apparently those are the things I say the most.

He knows this now because we have actually been in the same town for the past 5 weeks and have spent all this time together.  It has been a learning curve getting to know the ins and outs of each other’s daily habits.  I say, “So far so good” while I wait for a tragedy to happen every day and he just bounces along looking at the bright blue sky.

We are like

Olaf

 

and Eeyore

 

got married.

We are learning some things about each other that we didn’t know before because of the distance.

So far, they aren’t relationship killers.  I hope…

 Like, I had no idea that he putters.  We works from home and I notice him work a little bit and then he gets up and walks around.  He goes to check the mail.  He walks and looks around the yard.  I asked him if he did that in the office and he said, “Yes, they all laughed at me because I was constantly coming out of my office.”

Who knew?

He says he is learning that I am someone that sometimes needs a bubble of alone time to reset my brain.  I now know that he is someone that checks the mail faithfully as soon as it comes, takes the bills out and opens them immediately. I am someone that could let the mail sit for days and the bills even longer unopened.  He is a morning person.  He bounces up and gets things done.  At 10:30 p.m. he is toast.  I am a night person and hate to get up in the morning.  He has been waking me up at 9:30 with a cup of coffee and a kiss in bed.  (I know, I know, lucky I set my own work hours.  I do notes waaay into the night because that is my best time of day.)  Yes, I am going to be spoiled rotten with the coffee in bed.  I can feel myself becoming rotten as we speak.

Soon I will change my name to Veruca Salt.

We have noticed that our personal rituals aren’t exactly in sync…

Both of us were used to shutting down at night.  So, he gets up and locks the doors,  then I go behind him and lock the doors again, making my little rounds.   I can’t quite get used to the notion that someone else did it.  He has a thing for toilet paper.  He needs to know there is enough of it and is shocked by how fast it goes with the kids around.  Umm yes, he lived alone for 5 years.

Then there is the…

 

I haven’t seen one episode of The Bachelorette this season.  He hasn’t gotten to watch baseball either.  But he has seen a ton of the kids shows i.e. Freaks and Geeks and he is subjected to Adventure Time and Futurama on a regular basis aka kid time.  He hasn’t complained a bit.

There are some new rituals that we are developing.  Like, cleaning the pool together.  For 4 years, I’ve been pool boy.  As much as I hate it, I enjoy it too, but I do need help with the hoses and it is awesome to have help that will sit there and keep things untangled for me as I vacuum. My kids were terrible at it, but it takes much less time.  Plus, he is hot sitting by the pool with his feet in the water untangling the hoses. Also, I notice some little kitchen rituals happening, like I will be at the stove and he chops the onion and hands it over.

In time, we might be a good team.  I hope…

So, all in all, this remarriage thing is good.

He is 100% different from Stanley.  Not in all the things he does, because he is a man and they do some of the same things.  But he is very sensitive and he stops and hugs me often and makes sure I’m emotionally okay.  I can guarandamntee you Stanley never did that.

So far, so good.