Twitterpation

What's the matter with them? Why are they acting that way?

Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.

Twitterpated?

Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!

:) And that's how I feel about Angelo :) <3 :)

Marriage: Year Two

So somebody, (I don't remember who), but somebody said that the second year of marriage is the year that determines how the rest of your marriage is going to be. Heaven or hell.

You've already lived with each other for a year and you know what makes your spouse happy, sad, excited, frustrated, angry, hurt, etc.
Your discretion has gone out the window and you end up saying exactly whats on your mind so he/she KNOWS what made you feel this way, and you want to make sure they KNOW so they don't do that again. Most girls whine, complain, get more upset than usual, are very emotional about little things and so on. It's almost like a yearlong PMS.

I've found that I've caught myself every now and then falling into this overreactive "omg, you should know better" attitude. Sometimes it just bugs me (more than it should) when he doesn't know where the tupperware goes and I tell him "You KNOW where it goes" rather than sweetly help him put it away.
Or we both had a long day at work, and he's being short with me, and I forget that, it's okay, he's just tired and I need to give him some grace, and not give him a bad time about accidentally saying something kind of harsh.

When I feel compelled to comment on little things or get upset cause "we've had this conversation before. I've told you once, weren't you listening?" it never turns out well. I always end up beating myself up as I think, "why did I say that? That wasn't very nice Jenn. He's your husband. Love, cherish, respect... remember?"

The thing is, I know him, and he NEVER EVER says or does anything ever to intentionally hurt me or make me feel bad. So, I know that this isn't his intention, it's just his reation to whatever else is frustrating him. I just remember that and I have no reason to be upset. And if I'm not upset. He's not upset. As my mother told me many times "It takes two to fight"

I've also learned that when I criticize him for doing things wrong, it doesn't make him want to do it for me better. It makes him not want to do it at all for fear of messing it up and getting himself in "trouble".
Instead I've been practicing encouraging, thanking and praising him for all the wonderful things he does for me every day. Whether it's helping me do the dishes, taking out the trash, taking me out to lunch or on an adventure, or spending time with me in general. I make sure to let him know how grateful I am for that. I don't want to get out of that habit just because I think "oh, it's okay, he already knows" Sure, he knows, but it only makes him feel better to hear me tell him. :)

He tells me he LOVES doing these things for me and with me and I think it's partially because of my attitude. If I was grumpy or critical about how "that's not how I do it" all the time, we would spend a lot more time fighting and a lot less time enjoying each others company.

I LOVE the way he accidentally puts my sweaters in the dryer and they accidentally come out shrunk because he didn't know. It makes me laugh. It just means that he really does need me to help him do laundry. He NEEDS me. That is such a good feeling; to be needed and wanted by the man of my dreams. And so what if my sweaters are a little short, that's what undershirts are made for. :)

Year two I think is going to be better than year one. No more getting stuck in the grumpys for Jenn. I vow to hold my tounge and to keep my attitude positive.


We went on our first camping trip together in Tahoe last weekend. We spent the whole weekend enjoying every minute and even though we were running late to claim a camping spot, we put the tent up wrong the first time, we forgot to pack pillows, our air mattress went flat, we were covered in dust, and lacking sleep, we didn't get upset with each other even once. All we could do was laugh about it.

We woke up extra early to watch the sunrise together. It was amazing.


"Hello sun. Welcome to year two. This, is going to be the best year of my life"

Okay, on the count of three. One, two... wait! hold on

Today I wish I was braver. There are those days when I would love to just stay in my shell and never ever come out. Too bad that's no way to live. I wish I could always climb without the fear of falling, I wish I could drive without the fear of crashing, I wish I could try new foods without the fear of barfing, I wish I could ride without the fear of the roller coaster coming off the tracks, I wish I could walk up to people I barely know and know exactly what to say, I wish I could say what's on my mind without being misunderstood. Today is one of those days when I doubt myself.

I've been braver in the past. Maybe I'm just comparing my bravery now to then. Then, I would jump without looking and not even care if it scared me at all. I think I overthink it now.

It seems like I've begun to be slightly more pessimistic lately when it comes to doing things that I'm scared to. I become stubborn and unwilling to try it and in turn make people upset or let down because they know I could have handled it.

True, I probably could, and I have before, but why now am I so unwilling to do these things again? It doesn't make sense and it's pretty annoying on those days when I don't feel like doing anything that anyone, including myself, wants me to do.

Maybe it's pure exhaustion, or the lack of need to do things to impress my peers, or maybe it's the fact that I think it's not worth risking physical or emotional pain, or I keep playing the worst that could happen over and over in my head until I'm too scared to try.

When I have an answer I'll probably write about it as always, until then, this is my musing of today.

Excellent Notion

Ah! I've had an apostrophe! I think I've finally figured it out. The reasons why I hate getting behind on housework and such.

It's not so much that it really bothers me having laundry everywhere and dishes piling up because we're too busy having fun, it's more that I know that eventually I'm going to have to do it and spend more time than I want to away from my husband. Sounds silly I know, being with him almost every hour of every day. I just hate knowing that "Tonight, I will go home and have to work some more instead of relaxing finally with my husband after a long day."

A woman's work is never done they say. I get separation anxiety when he's on the couch and I'm in the kitchen. I want to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie or read with him next to me or take naps without stressing that "I shouldn't be doing this right now, I have work to do." That's just dumb.

I wish that I could just magically have everything all finished so that all my time is free to be with just him not have to hang out with Tide, Snuggle, Mr. Clean, Scrubbing Bubbles, Hoover, and Cascade instead. They all make terrible after dinner dates and we always get in fights and I get angry at them all every time.

Yeah, I know, grow up Jennifer. You'll have to learn to clean the house well sometime. It's clean but not as clean as your mom's house and that bugs you.

Well too bad. All I've got to say is I have priorities, and sorry Mr. Clean but I'm dumping you for Mr. Parisi. Maybe we'll hang out on occasion but until then you can chill in my cupboard until I can fit you in my schedule.

No plans???

The past few months Angelo and I have hardly been home due to our addiction of adventures. We're always doing something whether its hanging out with our families, riding bikes, rock climbing, catching up with old friends, babysitting, volunteering at church, etc. All of which is a BLAST and we absolutely love it, but it can be so exhausting.
This is the first night in 3 weeks that nothing is planned. I'm really excited to be able to go home and clean my apartment, do laundry, read a book, give my cat a bath and maybe watch a movie with my husband and popcorn before bed. Half of what I'm doing tonight is work and I don't know why I'm so excited. I know that most of the time I procrastinate as long as possible trying to avoid doing any of these things, but when you have a limited home life it's really nice to have a taste of what a relaxing life at home it could be.
Angelo calls it "the college lifestyle" going to work then playing all night, leaving all of the dishes and laundry to clean themselves (which by the way never happens the way it does on the Disney movies *darnit*) too bad. That'd be real nice.

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