Tuesday, March 1, 2011
5 Things That Surprised Me About... Marriage
Marriage is pretty surprising in general. The longer I’m in it, the weirder it gets. The following are five things about marriage that have surprised me:
Time is relative.
When we were courting and newlyweds (i.e., "the Schmoopy Period"), we were together all the time. We HAD to be together. When I would go a couple of hours without seeing the Cap’n, I would get lonely for him. If one of us got too busy with school or work or our friends, the other person would feel sort of hurt. I didn’t want to be alone, I just wanted to be with him. It was like a bad Carpenters' song.
Now? I’d rather be alone for five minutes than win Mega Millions. Buying groceries by myself is the highlight of my week. It’s no different for the Cap’n - we now play cut throat games of rock-paper-scissors to see who gets to go Target unaccompanied. About a month ago, he saw that I was about to lose my Schmidt after a really grueling day stuck in the house with the little terror suspects and he said: “I’ll put the kids to bed. Go to Target, honey. Take your time.”
If he had given me a diamond necklace I couldn’t have loved him more at that moment.
The truth is that, as we have both gotten older, we have discovered that we are like calories and fancy underthings. We need -- and can accommodate -- a lot less than we did years ago. And that's okay. But we still love each other, maybe more than before. It's just that we wish that we could give ourselves timeouts from time-to-time.
Relatives are relative.
In-laws are family, until you say something about my mother. It may be more accurate to say that in-laws are just like family. But be careful what you say because, unless you are very sure of your footing, you could walk into a big, steaming pile of crap. Example:
Lydia: My uncle Joe is fully coco-loco. Can you believe he did that?
Cap’n: Of course I can believe it, he’s been moon-bat crazy since before there were moon-bats.
Lydia: What. Exactly. Do. You. Mean. By. That?
Cap’n: Nothing. You look pretty today. Is that a unicorn out there on the deck?
(Lydia looks, Cap’n runs away)
No such thing as little things.
The Cap’n and I don’t really fight about big things. We either agree or compromise. Where to live, how many kids to breed, jobs, friends, family – all the important stuff we work out with surprisingly little difficulty. But the little things… Putting plates on the dishwasher instead of in the dishwasher, saying he’ll be home at 7 and then not leaving the office until 7 and forgetting to call me, not being able to find something and then glaring at me as if I have purloined whatever it is he’s looking for. Like I have any use for the 2010 Baseball Prospectus. It’s a book of statistics the size of an encyclopedia. About baseball. What possible use would I have for that thing? These are issues that have driven me to freak the freak out on a fairly consistent basis for the past fifteen years, and there seems little hope of that changing in the future.
There’s never enough money.
The first year we were married, we owed about 4 times more money in student loans than we earned. We were broke-itty broke. It was The Year of Ramen Noodles. Over the years that ratio has flipped, but with every extra dollar we earn there seems to be about twenty more things we need to spend it on. About the same time we dug ourselves out of debt, three short people showed in up in quick succession. Let's be honest: they're cute and all, but they're expensive as hell. And I decided to try working and found out that after taxes and childcare, we actually made less money.
We don't live large. I mean, I drive a big white Ford tampon that was bought used (that's right, I drive a used tampon). But when I say there's never enough money, I'm not even talking about all the things that I want but can't afford. You know; the trip to Disney, a new MacBook Pro, or anything awesome that I stand practically no chance of getting my grubby little hands on. I'm talking about all of the other things I thought we'd have all sorted out by the time we reached the ripe old age of ...nevermind. Things like having a decent start on the kids' college funds, or our retirement, or maybe owning a house, you name it. Was there some sort of advanced grown-up class that we missed? Where you learn how to have a sitcom family? At this rate, we'll never be Huxtables...
Romantic evenings usually include the grocery store.
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