Playing House...**

So much of my life these days is being married and 'playing house.'  It makes me think back to when I was kid, and how content BOTH boys and girls were playing house together.  What was missing in those games is the arguments and challenges that take place when you are playing house in 'real life'.......

One time I spent the summer with my Grams and Pops.  We had to go to the store to get groceries.  Pops wanted to come, but I could tell Grams wanted him to stay home, I didn't really understand why UNTIL  we got to the store. There was an argument over EVERYTHING that was put in the cart.  

Grams put 2% milk in the cart, but he said he wanted whole milk.  So he took the 2% out and put the whole milk in.  Right before we checked out she sent me to get the 2% milk.  I protested and told her he would be upset and she looked and me and said "No-he won't know, besides...... I switch the jugs." (Side note- I didn't even think Grandma's could lie or play tricks)

A few days later Pops was eating a Peanut Butter Sandwich and asked me to get him a glass of milk.  I was totally freaked out because I thought he was going to know the difference. I watched in horror while he took a big gulp of milk. He looked at me and told me how much better whole milk is for you than 2%. He said that he thinks they shouldn't homogenize and pasteurize milk it should come right out of the cow...my jaw dropped.....he was drinking 2% and didn't even know the difference.....Really Pops? Is it THAT important if you can't even tell the difference?


I learned from Grams, I don't go to the store with LEGS, he stresses me out and than I forget things that we need, he also puts items in the cart that don't make any sense to me, and he is always in a hurry to get out of there.....the other day I asked him to cross things off the list as we went down the aisles- he lost the pen- then wouldn't go back and look for it so I had to....Just in case you were wondering I found the pen........Really LEGS- you wouldn't go back even though YOU lost the pen?


My friends Twink and Babe go to marriage counseling.(side note: I think it would be good for everybody to do this)  So Twink and Babe are in the room with the counselor.  The Counselor asks Twink a question and Twink answers.  The counselor asks Babe something and this is what he does: He turns and looks to Twink for the answer.  So Twink is sitting there starring at the Counselor, the Counselor is looking a Babe, and Babe is starring at Twink.   And they all sit there in silence.....Really Babe- you think she knows how you feel when your in a counseling session?


I hate awkward silences..........I hate when I ask LEGS a question or I say something and I have to wait a decade to get a response.....then he says I never let him get a word in edgewise....sometimes I play a game like I will wait for as long as it takes to get an answer or response-I'm pretty certain he forgets all about it.......so I have to repeat.....I hate repeating myself that is why I talk loud.....Really? I hate repeating myself that is why I talk loud......


LEGS and Babe get mad at Twink and I because we are loud.  But.....do they really think other people care what we are talking about??? Really guys? You think people are paying that much attention to YOU??? Bahahahahaha!


Twink and Babe were invited to friends' house and were asked to bring dessert. They argued over what would be the best thing to bring.  Since a compromise could not be made the only logical thing left was for them to both make and bring a dessert. 

While in the kitchen preparing dessert Babe used the "community butter" to make his.  (You know the one that is on a dish in the kitchen that collects bread crumbs from toast no matter how hard you try to avoid it.) Twink says- that is gross- you should use a fresh stick of butter from the fridge.  Babe says nobody will even know the difference, its no big deal.  Twink says if its no big deal then when we get the house I want you to announce to everybody what you did and see how many people eat it.  Of course Babe did not make the announcement, but nobody ate his dessert anyway.  While everybody ranted and raved about the Twinks dessert. Really Babe you thought first that using that butter wasn't kinda gross? And you thought Twink doesn't have a grasp socially?


When I made that Rump roast the other day, LEGS was over my shoulder like I was going to give him food poisoning.  Yet, the other night I went to get a fork to fish a pineapple slice out of the can, but by the time I returned he had his fingers in the can.......really? Like hasn't he heard what happens when you do that?


When I was younger, my Daddy would rush me out of the house while I was getting ready- uh- like doesn't he know what it takes to look fabulous??? LEGS is pretty good about not rushing me- but I still hurry because I have been conditioned to do so.......

So I will tell LEGS- 'I'm putting my mascara on now, I will be ready in 5 minutes.' I get all ready, get downstairs, LEGS and I are putting the dogs in the garage, locking up the house, and then it never fails he has to have his "Constitutional." There I am beautiful, sophisticated, polished, and he is starring out at me from the toilet pooping......Really LEGS? That is perfect timing........


When I think about how many people are out there searching for love, making bad decisions because they want so much to 'Play House,' how so many people marry too soon, have children too soon all because they had this idea in their heads how it was supposed to be, and look, and feel.....

I feel so lucky just to have some one that will 'Play House' with me even though he annoys me....and argues with me......and amuses me......every day.......I always try to find the "funny" in it........

all anybody is really trying to do is 'Play House' but the reality is it never turns out the way you see it in your mind- even if its better than you imagined- its still different......




Just another day in the life of an unlikely military wife.....**