Proud and Ashamed!

I am proud of all the "dating" we have done the past few months. We went and saw and did so much. Almost every weekend, we have managed to take the time to be together and focus on each other. And I know we both feel like it's only the beginning!

At the same time, I'm a tad ashamed. Life getting in the way was why we settled into a comfort zone in the first place. That said, hello life. We've had a busy week. Car repairs, vet appointments, and errands galore.

There's been the joy that can only come with the stomach flu. My husband has made a decree that I am no longer allowed to eat out, since it seems God hates me. We thought we'd found a couple places where I was okay, but we were mistaken. After a couple questionable responses and never totally recovering, one ice cream after the wolf sanctuary was enough to put me out of commission for nearly a week.

Then, there was the show entitled "People And Stuff Are Coming" starring my husband and me, my folks, my grandmother's organ, several gigantic and heavy things from my dead grandfather's house, and some movers who shall not be named. Not because I want to conceal their identities either. Because we were never fortunate enough for introductions. We waited for furniture to be moved here from 2 states away. The movers were no shows 3 times in a row, and trust me, I got off easy in comparison to everyone else. I was just waiting for them to deliver furniture. It was worse for those who were waiting for it to be picked up.

A lot of my waiting involved me super cleaning and moving large pieces of furniture around to make room for more large pieces of furniture that were coming. Since I didn't know how many movers there would be and because I was the middle stop in a straight-shot-turned-triangle-turned-polygon journey, I wanted to have something nice to give them when they finished here. I baked 2 kinds of cookies from scratch, wrote a heartfelt card, and made a little basket decorated with maps of where the movers were from on it to hold the cookies. There's 5 hours in the kitchen I'm never getting back.

Suffice to say, the husband's office had a pretty good week. They were amazed that I had cut out little circles of wax paper to put between the cookies, since I had stacked them and wrapped the little stacks in plastic wrap before tying them off in pretty curling ribbon (ribbon that, I might add, matched the pretty little map-cookie-holder-basket). Sigh. At least they were appreciated.

Lastly, Ramadan started. Which is a good thing in general but the first couple days can be difficult. The body is tired and hungry and doesn't understand why this is happening. And with the two of us, we have entirely different reactions and responses. The husband adapts more easily than me in general and is more laid back. His nerves are well guarded and his boiling point high. He handles it with grace and ease. It seems easy to him, and if it isn't, he certainly hides it well. He is a good model but one that I often fail to emulate. Today, I feel really good. My energy is high and I am very alert. My snarky, snappy, cranky side is quiet. I feel like I could do out and do just about anything...

Of course, this could change at any moment. And, the husband has had to work the past several days. He's started his days at 3am. Not like me, where I might start my day at 3 but then by 4 restart my night by going back to bed for a few more hours. The hubby has gotten up and stayed up, his days filled with work, errands, and then time at home with me. It is not surprising that he would need a nap this afternoon. That he would not have some sort of second wind like mine. Surely this is because he's had a second wind earlier this week. And a third, then a fourth...

I do not know when we'll have comparable energy for our next date. We've decided a movie (I know, I know) is something we could manage. I think this was mostly because we have 2 movies out that we'd love to see in the theater (The Other Guys and Scott Pilgrim). Beyond that, we'll see how this next week goes. I have a very interesting list of dates that I have deemed appropriate for the more relaxed, easy going time that is needed while fasting.

Whether I'll be proud to give my account of them or ashamed that they stayed only good ideas, only the next several weeks will tell. I have a feeling that although this weekend may pass quietly, the ones to come will not walk by so softly. They might be driven by horses, creeped out by puppets, barked at by dogs, or experimented on through science. All in the name of dating my husband!