After five years of marriage, Husband has finally caught on that if he goes and gets ice cream, it behooves him to bring me some as well. Salted Caramel Core Ben and Jerry's tonight. Now some of you may be sitting there smirking and saying to yourselves, "MY husband did that while we were dating." Good for you. And good for him for that matter. Now go on your merry LL Bean catalog life way because this blog is not for you.
Here in the DCG household, we still leave wet towels on the bed and get into arguments over who is going to load the dishwasher. We snark over who lightened the bank account last and refuse sex because it's been over a year since we've slept through the night (holy hell, what is this we business? I haven't slept through the night in over a year and I'm only slightly bitter about it). Five years of marriage and over a decade as a couple and let me tell you, I'm pretty sure we know less now than we did in our teens.
I mean shoot, we both got up every night for the six weeks Monkey slept in our room. We traded off bath time. Now we trade off who gets up and gives the monk his morning bottle. We make career changes after having long discussions with one another and make family time a priority. Husband is taking on cooking responsibilities so that on his two days home with our son he can cook. I've learned it's super important to point the penis down inside the diaper. It's like we're a team or something.
A dysfunctional team that sometimes finishes next to last and most of the time only gets the participants ribbon, but a team none the less.