chick flicks and PMS

Sierra and I saw The Vow tonight while Thomas stayed home and played Batman on the Xbox with his friend Chris. It was weird!! I think it was the first time in six months Thomas or I had done anything social in the evening with other people. 

I've heard people say that chick flicks are the female pornography because it creates unrealistic expectations for relationships. I always thought that was dramatic until tonight when my female mood swing hormones were RAGING. I came home so giddy and wanting to cuddle and say romantic things all night... naturally Thomas was still finishing up saving the world with Chris when I came home, ready for a night in the life of fictional romance. So when I didnt immediately get the showers of love I wanted my mood snapped 180 degrees in the other direction! It was the most bizarre thing my emotions have ever experienced. The second Chris left I inexplicably burst into tears because my life isn't a heart-wrenching romance. 

Coming home to the bat cave wasnt exactly walking into The Vow and my PMS required romance. However, Thomas' reaction was so simple and "us" it made me feel that we had our own little beautifully average love story. No memory loss or years of fighting for each other, just Thomas scooping me up and putting me on the bed, changing me into my pjs and then holding me until he fell asleep and I came out here to blog (I apparently cant sleep with 759,000 emotions surging through me). 

Thomas and I definitely have our hard days but I got my own imperfect fairy tale and its everything I ever dreamed of. Okay i'm posting this.. and since its 3:18 and im an emotional wreck i'll probably come back tomorrow and have to rewrite it or just delete it all. 

first impressions

I was lucky enough to be invited to Connecticut for the Fourth of July and for the big engagement party this year! I was so excited for the chance to see NYC and Boston and he ADORABLE town of Newtown, however.. I was borderline terrified to meet the soon-to-be in-laws. Not only was i meeting his parents, but every one of his four siblings and their kids and every one he's ever known at our party.

I got into JFK at about 1 or 2 in the morning and Thomas and his brother-in-law drove me the hour to Connecticut. When i got in bed I insisted that Thomas come get me when he woke up so that I wouldnt have to go down to meet all of his sisters alone. I awoke the next morning, not to Thomas' sweet kiss but the pretty little face of Brooklyn, Eryns three year old daughter. So I was wide awake and could hear the mumblings of his three sisters downstairs, Thomas wasn't answering his phone as usual, and I began to feel awkward for sleeping in so late. So I braved meeting his sisters all by my lonesome. It was nice and casual small talk and they were very nice. But still, in my head, I felt like I was in a job interview... I was only hoping I would be an "acceptable" addition to the Hutchison clan. 

When Thomas finally emerged he brought me upstairs to grab some of his staple black socks in the room where his sister Brittany and her baby were staying. I hadnt seen him in a couple months so its understandable that we got a little "fresh" in the middle of the room. I MAY have had my hand up the back of his shirt and he May have had his hand lightly resting on my bum. After we got his socks we walked back down to the kitchen where his sisters were grouped around the island with the baby monitor right in the middle of them with the screen off. I remembered seeing it on earlier that morning and i also remembered that it was a video baby monitor. Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot, i thought, they definitely saw!! But when i brought it up to Thomas he was adamant that there was no way they could have seen. I was uneasy all day though. That night the ENTIRE family was standing around the kitchen making small talk. They transitioned so smoothly into baby monitors that i didn't pick up on the subtle clues and sexual innuendos until it was too late and the entire family was laughing hysterically. Thomas ran out one door and abandoned me, essentially leaving me to deal with my miserable shame all on my own. Yep. First impressions. 

housewife in the making

My "soon to be fiance" is now my husband! Married life is great except for the mess I'm staring at right now... I'm definitely still learning to be a wife.
Things i'm working on:
1. keeping a clean house!! Between class and work and the ever-present television, chores seem to take a backseat.
2. Making a dinner that doesn't consist of mac and cheese and the occasional chicken breast. I need more greens! Oh, and being better at preserving and eating leftovers would be awesome too.
3. not eating every time my husband eats.. how do you stay skinny when your husband eats yummy food by the bucket full?
4. Saving money!

The sad thing is that I cant imagine these issues going away anytime soon. They sound like lifetime pursuits more than things perfected over the first two months of marriage.. darn it! I hope people appreciate wives since we aspire to be house keepers, chefs, personal trainers, and teachers all at once! And on top of it we expect to be perfect at it immediately. I just want to be the cliche wife with an immaculate, beautifully decorated home and a warm dinner on the table with the smell of cookies always present and no dishes in the sink! How do people do it?