Danny and I get along great. We really do. Particularly about the major things, money, future kids, goals, values, all of that. However, I have learned that now that I am married, sometimes I just need to let the bitchy out. When you're with the person you're supposed to be with, it's harder to come up with things to let the bitchy out on, especially as Danny has been particularly well-behaved about my pet peeves lately.
So last night, I'm pretty sure I just felt like being annoyed with him and bitching about something, because that's what wives do. So we're getting ready for bed, Danny's brushing his teeth and then I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth too. There I am, toothbrush in hand, ready to run my brush under the sink because obviously I am physically UNABLE to put toothpaste on my toothbrush and brush my teeth without the requisite initial dunk. And there Danny is, hunched over the sink doing his what I like to call "Spit 'n Rinse Remix." This of course is when he bends down over the sink, spits and rinses his toothbrush in an almost rhythmic fashion over and over again.
Now really if you think about it, everyone has their own version of this, so it's a totally excusable thing to do. However, I decided it was completely inexcusable when I was standing there for a full 30 seconds waiting to do my pre-toothpaste dunk. How did I handle it? Naturally nothing is better than passive aggression. So I go, "When we have our first real house, can we please try to have two sinks in our bathroom?" Danny: "Why?" Me: "Because then I wouldn't have to wait for my husband, the sink hog!" Andddd, that's where I abandoned the passive part of passive aggression.
A little tiff ensued because naturally Danny was taken aback by my sudden bitchiness and I completely irrationally defended my comment because I am incredibly stubborn. So Danny and I had a fight about 30 seconds at the bathroom sink. Ah, marital bliss.
Oh and P.S. I realized this morning that I do the very same thing at the sink at the end of brushing my teeth and I told Danny I was sorry and an idiot. Crow is my favorite meal now that I'm married.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Introducing...My Adventures in the Land of Newlywed
Just a few things by way of introduction:
First, Danny and I are by no means cliche newlyweds. (It should be noted however, that I have yet to know any truly cliche newlyweds so they could be a figment of my imagination.) What I mean by that is: 1) we were long distance for 3 of the 4 years we dated before we got engaged; 2) Danny is a med student in rotations and I am working in a tiny (me + 2 other attorneys) trial firm which means that neither of our schedules really falls in line with normal working hours; 3) we've been together so long that we're not often gushy with each other, which is a symptom I have observed of other newlyweds. Of course we love each other and tell each other that but we're not all over each other in public or calling each other constant pet names or completely losing ourselves in the early days of marriage. I sometimes think that's a good thing and other times I'm a little jealous of some of our more affectionate fellow newlyweds. We are ourselves for better or worse and we love each other for it but it also means we challenge each other almost daily. :)
So after that introduction which I assure you is probably the most serious thing I'll ever post, I'll share one of my newlywed adventures.
As a lover of cooking and trying to satisfy my husband's high expectations for Italian food, I was making spaghetti and meatballs, everything from scratch. I studied numerous recipes for sauce and meatballs, combining several to try and incorporate all of the things Danny has told me he likes about "good" spaghetti and meatballs.
So I'm hard at work at the stove, painstakingly nurturing the beginnings of my sauce, tasting and seasoning, browning the meatballs and starting the pasta, feeling like a blonde Giada and I ask Danny to open a can of crushed tomatoes so I don't have to leave the stove.
Disclaimer: Danny is seriously the smartest person I know and I'm not just saying that because he married me. :) However, in the kitchen, especially when I'm mid-recipe, he rushes things and is definitely impatient, which causes him to do things below his intelligence level. This is probably my fault because I expect him to be able to do kitchen tasks I do naturally even though I rarely allow him in the kitchen. I should also note that we have a new can opener, a new fancy one from Williams-Sonoma (thank you wedding gift card) that doesn't work the same way as a traditional one.
So first, as I'm spoon deep in 3 pots/pans, Danny attempts to open the can with the new opener for all of 3 seconds and starts panicking. "This opener sucks, it doesn't work, blah blah blah." So I reluctantly leave my pots and show him how to get started with the new opener, then go back to my sauce. This opener is great because it creates a rounded edge around the can and the lid so you can't get cut. However, it doesn't look like a normal opened can and you kind of have to feel for the lid to take it off. And here comes panic #2: "It didn't work, there's no lid, I can't get it off, blah blah blah." This panic though also involves spastic pulling and wiggling of the can which of course results in the lid flying off, causing the lid and the tomatoes stuck to it to splat against the fridge and slide down leaving a tomatoey path in its wake. Awesome. Silver lining: my policy of Danny not cooking was TOTALLY validated. Double silver lining: I got the Danny stamp of approval on the spaghetti. :) Worth the clean up!
First, Danny and I are by no means cliche newlyweds. (It should be noted however, that I have yet to know any truly cliche newlyweds so they could be a figment of my imagination.) What I mean by that is: 1) we were long distance for 3 of the 4 years we dated before we got engaged; 2) Danny is a med student in rotations and I am working in a tiny (me + 2 other attorneys) trial firm which means that neither of our schedules really falls in line with normal working hours; 3) we've been together so long that we're not often gushy with each other, which is a symptom I have observed of other newlyweds. Of course we love each other and tell each other that but we're not all over each other in public or calling each other constant pet names or completely losing ourselves in the early days of marriage. I sometimes think that's a good thing and other times I'm a little jealous of some of our more affectionate fellow newlyweds. We are ourselves for better or worse and we love each other for it but it also means we challenge each other almost daily. :)
So after that introduction which I assure you is probably the most serious thing I'll ever post, I'll share one of my newlywed adventures.
As a lover of cooking and trying to satisfy my husband's high expectations for Italian food, I was making spaghetti and meatballs, everything from scratch. I studied numerous recipes for sauce and meatballs, combining several to try and incorporate all of the things Danny has told me he likes about "good" spaghetti and meatballs.
So I'm hard at work at the stove, painstakingly nurturing the beginnings of my sauce, tasting and seasoning, browning the meatballs and starting the pasta, feeling like a blonde Giada and I ask Danny to open a can of crushed tomatoes so I don't have to leave the stove.
Disclaimer: Danny is seriously the smartest person I know and I'm not just saying that because he married me. :) However, in the kitchen, especially when I'm mid-recipe, he rushes things and is definitely impatient, which causes him to do things below his intelligence level. This is probably my fault because I expect him to be able to do kitchen tasks I do naturally even though I rarely allow him in the kitchen. I should also note that we have a new can opener, a new fancy one from Williams-Sonoma (thank you wedding gift card) that doesn't work the same way as a traditional one.
So first, as I'm spoon deep in 3 pots/pans, Danny attempts to open the can with the new opener for all of 3 seconds and starts panicking. "This opener sucks, it doesn't work, blah blah blah." So I reluctantly leave my pots and show him how to get started with the new opener, then go back to my sauce. This opener is great because it creates a rounded edge around the can and the lid so you can't get cut. However, it doesn't look like a normal opened can and you kind of have to feel for the lid to take it off. And here comes panic #2: "It didn't work, there's no lid, I can't get it off, blah blah blah." This panic though also involves spastic pulling and wiggling of the can which of course results in the lid flying off, causing the lid and the tomatoes stuck to it to splat against the fridge and slide down leaving a tomatoey path in its wake. Awesome. Silver lining: my policy of Danny not cooking was TOTALLY validated. Double silver lining: I got the Danny stamp of approval on the spaghetti. :) Worth the clean up!
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