You know when you half-finish a post, and then forget about it? That isn't so bad. But when it's a half finished scheduled post, and you forget about it, and then it posts when you aren't looking... that's not quite as fun.
How was your Easter? Mine was dramatic. You know, for someone who studied Marriage, Family, and Human Development in college, I sure make a lot of mistakes.
I mean, everybody is going to make mistakes. But I seem determined to make every single mistake that we covered in class over and over again.
You know, the classic ones.
Getting mad when he doesn't read your mind.
Getting so caught up in your holiday traditions that you ignore his ideas.
Running to your sisters to complain about how awful he is, and then getting mad at him when he gets mad at you for "turning your family against him" (which is so not true. They like him more than they like me).
I know better.
But I can't seem to help myself.
Or, I guess I can't seem to care enough in the moment to help myself.
And here I thought marriage was going to be easy.
(just kidding, I'm not crazy)
Everything was good, right up until The Fight Of The Century.
For example, Our Easter baskets turned out awesome. I filled them with Cadbury Mini Eggs and baby gummi bears, and even stuck in a few games and movies. He even said "This is the best Easter Basket ever!"
Which I already knew, of course.
Do you guys hide your Easter baskets? We did. Last year at my Dads house I hid Kurt's so well, it took him 12 hours to find it (I am that good).
This year it was the opposite- I had to get 2 hints before I found it! And we live in a 1 bedroom apartment. I was impressed.
And even though the evening was rather explosive, we did make up eventually. And we decided that we are going to talk about our holidays in advance, and plan them together, which is probably a good idea.
I'll let you know how that goes.
Did you guys have a hard time adjusting to being married?
Silly question, I bet everybody does. Still, if you have any similar stories to share, or words of encouragement, I would love to hear them.