And All That Jazz

NCAA Basketball Champs

Congrats to the 2005 NCAA Men's Basketball Champs:

Free at last!

Please note: any scenarios depicted in this entry are purely fictional (sorta)

Is it wrong to rejoice in the fact that, at least for the next 3 days, I will be without husband? Don't get me wrong, I love my big hunk of Marcky, and I will miss him dearly over this extended weekend, but I can get so much more done when I don't have distractions.

For the rest of you recently married couples: how much of your time at home together do you spend "aligning the gears"? You know what I'm talking about: you've just about mustered enough will to pull yourself out of bed and get in the shower when a nanosecond before you raise your head off the pillow, he leaps out of bed and runs into the bathroom, making you wait for the shower and late to work. What you don't realize is that he's been waiting patiently for the past half an hour for you to get up, and just couldn't stand it anymore. But that's not really the problem. The problem is that you don't say anything to him about; then, when you're in the kitchen later that day, he puts away the cheese slices before you're done with them and you bite his head off.

Of course, he's still ticked off about the dishes you left in the sink that morning, because you were running late (which I do "all the time"), and so it doesn't take much to push him over the edge, and you start conversing about cheese slices and cereal bowls. Once you finally bring yourselves back down to earth, you have to stop and think about what the problem was in the first place, make showering scheduling arrangements, and then move on with the grill cheese sandwich you were trying to make 45 minutes ago.

Do you realize I could have washed a load of laundry, finished my sandwich, painted the Sistine Chapel and put my dishes (along with the cereal bowl) in the dishwasher in the time it took to have that discussion?

I watch my Grandparents when I go to visit them in Indiana; now THERE'S a well-oiled machine. I could practically time a hard-boiled egg by counting the seconds between Grandma starting the coffee and Grandpa walking into the kitchen, while blowing his nose into his handkerchief. I bet they haven't made each other late for work in YEARS.

I'm grateful to say that, as the years go by, our little "misunderstandings" are occurring less and less, and I look forward to the additional time we will both have available down the road to do those "really important things."

eh, I'd probably just watch another episode of Alias.