Die Buchwalds

Tomorrow is my husband’s birthday and on Monday we’ll have been married for a full calendar month. Today, we’ve been married exactly four weeks. How are we celebrating all of these wonderful events? By sleeping in. Sleeping in is, I think, Matt’s favorite thing about being married… That is to say he loves it when I let him sleep in. I don’t do that very often. His idea of sleeping in varies greatly from mine. Last night, we got home from celebrating a friend’s birthday at roughly 2:30am. I slept until about 8:30 and decided I’d had enough. My dear husband is still in bed. I think he’d stay there indefinitely if he didn’t have a bladder.
My favorite thing about being married? Letting him sleep in. And then waking him up. It’s about time to do that, I think. He can have a few more minutes while I finish this post, but then it’s about time we accomplished something today (see previous post)
The first four weeks of married life have been quite agreable. We’ve established a budget, in which, of course, we spend more than I earn. This problem is easily solved by Matt acquiring a job… and that’s on his list for first thing Tuesday. We have a three-month plan (Amy works, Matt works part-time & writes a thesis & finds a “real” job), a three-year plan (a house, a baby & no more working for Amy), and a 30-year plan (top-secret classified information). We continue to have thoroughly amusing arguments ranging from the folding of socks, underwear and decorative towels to why is the rent check sitting on your desk and why in heaven’s name do we need a meat tenderizer.
The apartment is now fully furnished with as much furniture as we can possibly squeeze in here… and it’s time to decorate. Goodness knows I have enough decorations.
I think I’ll go wake dh & see what he wants for a pre-birthday breakfast.

Posted in Marriage | By Amy at 10:08 am | Comments(2)