Can I take some of your give?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Marriage is about give and take.
Grahm gives me money, and I take it.... or at least, that's the way it should be, right?
I'm kidding, of course. (Kind of)

We're learning every day what compromise is really about.  Sometimes it's hilarious and fun, sometimes it's not so much... like having to go to the laundromat every week because Grahm literally owns three pairs of jeans. Bet you can guess what I'm getting that kid for Christmas.

Our motto, or my motto that I'm trying to establish, is "I cook, you clean." I'm currently learning to be more efficient in the kitchen and not dirty every single pan, dish, and fork that we own so it doesn't take Grahm forty-five minutes to clean up after dinner. He's learning how much I love it when he does the dishes. Seriously, it's better than ice cream and my birthday. (Okay, that part isn't really true but it's what I tell him; ice cream is seriously my thigh's best or worst friend depending on how you view it.)

I've always heard women say "There's nothing sexier than a man in the kitchen."  I still don't really know if that's true, because when he's soaping up our grody plates I'm lounging on our bed watching television or pinning on Pinterest. I would go help him by drying or something... but our kitchen is so tiny that it's really chaotic and annoying to have us both in there at the same time.  Really, I don't help him because I'm worried about his comfort level. I'm such a good wife.

It's really fun to learn how we mesh together; it's what you can only learn in marriage. I'm so thankful for my gem of a husband who has the best go-with-the-flow personality to counter my freak-out-at-everything charm. Like yesterday, our closet was falling over.  You may be asking yourself how that's possible, so I guess I should tell you that we don't actually have a closet.  (If that's not the biggest oversight in construction history!) We have this bar shindiggy contraption that we purchased at Wal-Mart.  Apparently, it can't handle all of my clothes (which is bad because I haven't even started putting on my fall/winter wardrobe).

We woke up to it leaning almost at a ninety-degree angle -- aka not good.  If I wasn't half asleep, I would have taken a picture.  But of course I did have enough energy to complain about this jankville apartment. Seriously, who thought any woman in their right mind would live in a place where she had to produce a make-shift closet, especially one that literally shifts? Grahm, my super wonderful husband, fixed it with some kind of wall mounter and a bungee cord.  We're a step above white trash over here, people.

To sum it up (although I'm sure you've already arrived at this conclusion yourselves), Grahm is amazing at compromise and helping me out around our "room." You should pray for him; he has a difficult wife who really needs to learn more about the giving part of give/take.


Lorraine said...

I'm pretty sure that once I find Mr. Right, I'll have to convince him to add "to love and do dishes for" right into the vows. Good luck to me.

You two are adorable.


samnhal said...

Biggest over site ever, right? We didn't have a closet in our last place, so they put in a wardrobe, which made our small room, even smaller and put in a guess where from clothing rack that broke in a heart beat because I also have too many clothes. Cambodians don't believe in closets either, so we have a clothing rack, luckily this one's a little more sturdy.

Tom said...

Dish washing. The bane of my life!

Wida said...

Ah! This makes me excited to get married!!

Missing Amsie Blog said...

Oh my goodness, this is like the story of the past four months of my life (especially the "three pairs of jeans part"!).

We're learning as we go and loving (almost) every minute. Wouldn't trade it for anything!

Kim said...

I feel really bad because I've been meaning to read your blog for ages, but have been incredibly lazy. So glad I remembered :D

We have three of those wardrobe rail thingees. They all suck. They all fall over constantly or are always on a dangerous lean. They CANNOT hold more than three tee shirts and a pair of shorts without threatening to collapse on top of whomever is putting the laundry away. This is why I have resorted to the floordrobe method. Things are harder to find, but metal doesn't try to attack you when you get up for the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Also, I'm starting to think you are my stateside twin. Same motto, same evil wardrobes, same willingness to create a solution for said evil wardrobe from things lying around the house...

You and Grahm are too cute. And you write so wonderfully. Totally following and soooo glad I popped my head in the door :D

Kim said...

Gah! You have no follow widget! Install, install!


christina said...

I love reading your blog because I'm so far from married life right now, personally, so it's great to hear about it from someone else! I think compromise is something important to thinking about whether in a marriage or relationship or friendship... and sometimes its easy to forget that you can't let the other person always do all the work.

Lindsey said...

In my studio the closet was in the kitchen! Why? I don't know. lol