My lover.

Tim and I have spent a few straight days together after being apart for four weeks. And wow. I feel like we are right back in Cincinnati when we didn't know anybody and we would try to find the nearest target and we'd end up cursing each other before stepping out of the front door. Oh, what glorious stressful times! I remember thinking "god, just GET ME OUT OF THE HOUSE." i would have joined a hippie drum circle in a public park to get away from tim during those first few weeks. But I was no angel---we are both social people that need to talk, laugh, whisper, and meddle with other people. We needed friends, okay, and substituting our spouse as the one and only person i can talk to did not benefit either of our delicate states.

And great news, we're right back there. Why? Tim has no schedule right now, and he, though he hit the big three-OH this june, is reverting back to the video game playing twelve year old we all know and love. BBbbbbaahhhhhh! Frustrating. But i know it's a stage. Right? And I have shifted into full Summer Mom Mode --- leaving notes and emails with lists of chores to do. (scratchy spinster voice) Idle hands, youngster.

At least he has driven me around so I don't have to touch a steering wheel any time soon, a goal I set after driving into Chicago. We purchased several items of furniture off of craigslist this weekend and managed to recycle/give away some cardboard boxes. Which I had to practically pry out of Tim's hands. Why? Because we're moving soon. Soon? What does soon mean? Like, five years in my mind. I also wondered if in Tim's past life, he used cardboard boxes as currency. He believes them to be irreplaceable. And precious. When I met him, he had empty cardboard fruit boxes stacked to the ceiling of his bedroom (not that I was in it!) because "they were the best moving boxes." When did he move in? Two weeks prior. But whatev. He did use them to move a year and a half later, so I really shouldn't complain.

I think my frustration has leaked out in unfair ways. Primarily, this blog as a platform for constant complaining, and also, the result of our first home home haircut session.

And I'm very sorry about it.