I don't know how to write this post without coming off as whiny and child-like, but so be it.
We're having a hard time in our little house, there's just a lot going on right now and poor John and the kidney stone and he broke his toe last night and he's been working all weekend, still so tired from the kidney stone and he had a show Friday and THEMS last night and we're trying to move and show the apartment and pack and we've barely got enough money to do it all and sigh...blah.
And I feel kind of badly because it's mostly John having to go through the hard parts, but it's hard to watch too, because well..I love him and we're married and what happens to him happens to me.
I've been thinking a lot about "marriage" lately. Going through this life bullshit right now is so married. I mean, even when we weren't married we were totally there for each other and committed, but something about all this just feels so "team" to me. Union. We are absolutely going through it together and in a way, even in the icky times and the busy times and the painful times, it feels okay to stretch the marriage a little, test it, feel it out.
I see my role right now as just keeping the other shit together, making sure the house is nice, the bed is made, the dog is walked, the apartment shown, the landlord called so John can rest and get better and work and smile a bit.
I'm putting my head down, knowing that things are going to be a little hairy for the next month or so and just deal with it.
I predict John and I are going to have a really excellent summer.