The Christmas Card That Never Was.
(seriously, I had no time to mail that shit out.)
All kinds of housewifey-goodness came my way for Christmas - all of it I need!
Excuse me while I cook everything in sight for the next two weeks.
Merry merry, everyone <3
Reporting back: I didn’t have to cook. Okay, I baked a pie, but really that’s it.
The in-laws surprised us with gas money to make it to San Antonio for Turkey Day!
So we got to spend time in our pajamas while my sweet mother-in-law cooked and we chatted with family and I played with my absolutely perfect little niece (seriously, she’s amazing).
It was fun, it was cozy, and the best part? It wasn’t boring.
Also: MY PIE CAME OUT AMAZING. High five to me on that one.
Well, the time has come. Money is tighter than Christina Aguilera’s leggings (srsly, have y’all seen her lately?), so The Late Night Husband and I will not be making the drive home. Instead, we will be attempting our first Thanksgiving dinner together…on our own…with just two people. My biggest worry is that it will be boring as hell - no awkward family situations or drunk grandmas (Hello, I have one. She’s adorable.) may make for a pretty uneventful evening.
On the menu:
Not a lot of food for a family, but oh God the two of us are going to be eating this for days. I’m okay with that - Thanksgiving leftovers are totally my favorite. Also, we’re in the middle of moving and finals so the less cooking I or Husband have to do the better.
The only thing I’m really making from scratch is the apple pie. I’m totally all about making things myself, but I’m also about convenience at the same time. So with that in mind, I’m fine with doctoring store-bought stuff until it’s unique. Husband will argue that I think that means to put garlic in EVERYTHING. Psh.
(Okay he’s totally right…I overuse garlic.)
Meals lately at the house:
-macaroni and cheese
-more macaroni and cheese
-basically anything that requires minimal effort.
I hate it when there are dirty dishes in the sink and I can’t blame them on anyone but me.
(Warning: serious post. I also get a little spiritual.)
"When are you having a baby?"
This, my friends, is an excellent question. And, thanks to our society, an inevitable question for every married couple. Sometimes just every woman, too, married or not.
At the start of my marriage, I was in no way shape or form willing to have a baby. The childbirth process freaked me out, I hated seeing other people’s screaming children, and I really did not want to share my beloved Husband. I wanted the freedom that so many people lack, and I wanted the financial security that I knew a child would yank away from us. Babies were completely out of the question.
This past June, my beloved great-uncle passed away, and I returned home for the funeral. As sad as the occasion was, it was lovely to spend time with my extended family and see how everyone’s families had grown. I was married, my cousins all had children, there were new grandchildren running around…it was beautiful to see.
My Heavenly Creator used that weekend and those children to tell me something very important. I could have a baby someday. In fact, I would make an excellent mother, and Husband would make an excellent father. All my freak-outs and disgusting feelings melted away, and I was left with a calm, peaceful feeling - and feeling very sure that I would someday be a mother.
Not now - oh no. Not tomorrow, not even next year. There’s no room in our busy schedule or our budget for a bump in my tummy. But someday - after a degree, after a good job, after a little while of living like real grown-ups - someday, they’ll be room for a little bump. And until then? With people asking all those inevitable questions?
I’ll have a baby on my own schedule, thankyouverymuch.