What marriage really means

TW has started her own business. This is wonderful, I'm glad she's doing what she loves and making difference in other peoples lives. I extremely proud that she's able to do this.

The company offers services for children with autism, so a lot of TW's schedule is set up due to the availability of the families that her company is working with. These times just so happen to be the evening hours, putting me home alone form 530/6 till about 830/9. Not too bad, that's not to say I wouldn't like her around, but I'm not a helpless child, I can manage, 3 1/2 hours on my own, I was single at one point.

So I went about preparing my dinner, which consisted of Gorton's Breaded fish fillets frozen peas, and a can of sliced potatoes (IMG below). I looked at this meal and I I felt dirty.

You see, I use to cook a lot in out house, because I got home ahead of TW on a pretty regular basis, and if I do say myself I was pretty damn good at cooking, creating delicious meals for the both of us. Looking at the plate I had just pretty much heated made me feel, I don't know like a hillbilly or someone not capable of using basic cooking techniques. It was then I realized that this being on my own during dinner time was going to be awful, and not because I need TW to cook for me, but because I need to cook for TW.

You see that's what I realized marriage is last night while eating my shitty dinner, its wanting to have someone around not because you need them there, but because you want them there. Their being around, helps you push yourself to be better, like not microwave your dinner.

Monday funday

This weekend, (just Saturday really) was exhausting, and not because I actually did anything that could be considered exhausting, unless one considers sitting around to be exhausting.

The wife and I got our windows replaced in the house in as part of our plan, "make the shit hole attractive to buyers" this is like an eight fold plan as the house (read: shit hole) needs lots of work. You see, the wife and I plan to move out of the town we live in because as I'm sure I may have mentioned before it sucks in a way nothing else could suck.

Anyway, the windows, so the contractors arrive around 1030am and begin the process of tearing out our old windows, something we were told was going to be 100% done from outside the house. This was not the case, however unlike A. Pizza contracting (read: fuckwads) a contractor we've previously  used, these guys used drop cloths over everything, spoke English and were respectful of our things. They worked through the house quickly, and cleaned up after themselves, and were finished at about 4, leaving only a little clean up for TW and I. All and all a positive experience.

So why was this weekend so exhausting? Well when the contractors got there The Dog went ape shit and proceeded to break, not aggressively, at the guys working in the house. Meanwhile Cat 1&2 thought the large gaping holes where the windows used to be were worth investigating, and needed to be monitored and corralled back I to the one room where TW and I were hanging out.

After all is was said and done, we have fancy new windows that actually keep the cold air out of the house. The next part of the plan is carpeting and some new floor for the kitchen.

-n-