A Married Woman's Blog

A Married Woman's Blog

Yes, the wedding is over, but the marriage has only just begun. Other things are beginning too, but I'll save some things for later.

So how's being married you ask? It's a lot more fun than I thought. The Honeymoon was lots of fun because we were always together. We spent almost the entire week talking and talking and talking because suddenly we felt so much more free to. Now we get to watch whole movies together too, I don't have to leave and go home because I'm already home. Plus, our apartment doesn't have a couch yet (We have a futon frame but no mattress yet.) and now that we're married we can sit in bed together and watch movies. (I know, so risqué!)

Being married to the Captain has it's interesting sides too. Like, I asked him to start the dishwasher the other day while I was at work. There's this little cup thing for dish soap in the dishwasher that I usually put one or two drops of soap into. He filled it to the top.

Apparently he was carting foam out by the bucketful.

Also, no one warned me about his sleeping habits before the wedding. (I have received a full apology from his brother already.)

So, we're on the honeymoon and one night at about 3 am he sits up and starts saying something. (I wish I could remember what it was, it was probably hilarious) He had mentioned shortly after the wedding that sometimes he talks in his sleep so I asked him

“Are you talking in your sleep?”

“What! No! No I'm not! I'm wide awake!”

“Ok, well, can you go back to sleep?”

I didn't understand just yet. But after the honeymoon we came home and started settling into our apartment. One night about 3 am when I was deep in sleep he woke up, and started shaking me.

“Hey, hey, wake up.”

“huuuuuh?”

“Are you hungry? Lets go get food!”

“Whuut? What time is it?”

“Three in the morning! It's always three in the morning when we wake up and we're hungry! Lets go get food!”

“I don't wanna go get food, I wanna go back to sleep!”

Then, about a week ago, I was sleeping peacefully when he suddenly sat upright and started drawing with his finger on the blanket.

“Sweety?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“I'm making an unbreakable fuel tank!”

“Oh... can you lay back down?”

“In a minute!”

So the moral of the story is ask important questions before you get married like “What do they do in their sleep?”, “Do they call scrapers 'spatulas' and really confuse you in the kitchen?”, and “Is there anything weird I should know?”

Because there is, just, nobody really thinks about it until you're finding it out at three in the morning when he wants to sleepwalk up to the Lido deck for brunch and there is no Lido deck because you're already home from your cruise.

But seriously, being married is a lot of fun. I like taking care of our apartment. I like getting to see the Captain all the time. I like getting dragged off into his crazy schemes. I like showing him off to everybody... ^_^

One more thing though. I was getting dressed for church a week or so ago and yanked a pair of black pants out of the closet. When I went to put my phone in my pocket I recall thinking “These pockets seem a lot deeper than the pockets on my black pants...” but I ended up wearing them out of the house. We were halfway across the state before I thought “I'm not sure these are my pants. Are these really my pants?”

Ask the important questions people, they were not my pants.