I mostly wrote this blog for Eric. He wanted to document our adventures together. I like to write.
Sometimes it's hard to find the adventures in everyday life.
I've spent most of our summer so far working over 60 hours a week, between one full-time job and one part-time job, Eric has become mr. mom. well, I guess he would be mr. mom if we actually had a dog...
It's been hard for me to allow him to take over my TO-DO lists, which I love making, just for the satisfaction of crossing things off. There is no satisfaction in delegation.
Needless to say, life's a lot easier when you have a side-kick, and Eric is the best partner. I wouldn't want to embarrass him too much to reveal that he really is the best house-hubby, anything from cooking to cleaning, errands to internet research of health insurance, he's a champ.
People say, there are a lot of things you can't do when you get married. In reality, I did give up a lot for this cohabitational relationship. My plans after graduation started with getting as far away from Provo, UT as possible. That degree was going to make me completely free; I could go wherever I wanted, do whatever I wanted, and be whatever I wanted. I completely understand where people are coming from when they point out that I can't take whatever opportunity comes my way.
I chose to marry Eric anyways. and what I didn't quite understand at the time, that this relationship was actually going to liberate me. I've found that I am capable of so much more with Eric by my side. Or even not by my side, but in the kitchen cooking dinner. Do you think I could work 17 hour days, 30 minute change-of-uniform breaks without that? no.
I can accomplish SO much more with him beside me, behind me, infront, whatever, as long as he's close. Together, our capabilities and our strength are exponentially greater than individually. so are our expenses.
This is our adventure,
and right now, it might seem a little hectic
it might lack a little variety when work blends with work, and frazzled breaks inbetween.
The adventure usually begins about 5:35 in the morning. the first alarm. Eric rolls out of bed himself, and without me noticing gets ready for work and running simultaneously. He gently shakes me awake, and my eyes are usually, usually open by the time I make it down to the car and start it. I drive him to work, then go home and get ready myself.
Lunch breaks turn into errand runs and bank appointments, and Tupperware meals en-route.
Eric drives me to my second job and waits up until midnight, just so I don't have to park on the street and walk in alone in the middle of the night. We kneel down and barely have the energy to ask Heavenly Father to give us the strength to do it all over again the next day.
Weekends have become bliss, cut to one day a week without any employment or obligations, that's when we fit in the rest of our life, tag-team grocery shopping, house projects, friends? sometimes. dishes.
Sunday morning it starts all over again. But this is the beginning of OUR adventure. and sometimes I have to remind myself, this IS an adventure.
