I am so beyond frustrated I can't even put my thoughts into coherent sentences. If Aaron knew I was venting this he would probably kill me. We promised we would keep everything pretty much to ourselves (with the exception of a few helpful people...you know who you are) but I need to vent. Trying to conceive is a bunch of crap. I am so sick and tired of being disappointed, and upset every single month. We've been trying for 7 months now.....and nothing. I know that the books and research say that the average couple takes anywhere between 6 months to a year.. but COME ON... IT'S EVERYWHERE RIGHT NOW. Everyone is getting knocked up, and it seems like no one is having any issues. Stupid baby bumps all over the place everywhere I turn. Every time I get on Facebook someone else is popping out a kid.
Don't get me wrong I am 100% thrilled for all of my friends and family that are poppin out kids right now..but when is it our turn!?!? The monthly disappointment is so overwhelming, and lord knows we're doing everything that we're supposed to be doing..Predictor kits, limiting drinking, tracking cycles blah blah blah. I have friends that have said they just stopped keeping track then it happened for them, but I'm scared that if I stop paying attention to everything we'll miss out too.
I used to watch Teen Mom as a sorce of entertainment, now it just pisses me off that these girls are ever allowed to be mothers in the first place. Who's up there saying "yea this chick will make a great mom, let's have her get knocked up" Walking through the mall yesterday I was shocked at the amount of horrible parenting I saw. Yes, I'm judging...I would never let my child run screaming through the store knocking things over. Say what you want "You don't know, because I don't have kids of your own" I'll tell you one thing, if my kid ever acted the way some of the kids I saw yesterday did their but would be in the car on their way home.
I guess I'm venting because we've been starting to get the questions about kids more and more lately, especially with a little nephew on the way (which we're thrilled about) but everyone keeps saying how he needs a little cousin. Yes we know, we're working on it... Why does everyone under the sun think it's appropriate to ask when we're going to procreate? I'm not sure it's ever an appropriate question. The other day at work a parent said "I don't know if any of you have kids.." She was saying it in a real shitty way too. The whole thing really upset me..it's not like I don't have them, or don't have one on the way by choice. It was such a rude thing to say, and really such a slap in the face.
The hardest part is I know how awesome of a dad Aaron would be. We've been talking about different things that we would want to do, especially with it just being Valentine's day and how he would get his daughter flowers, or take her to a daddy daughter dance.
Ok venting done, needed to get it of my chest, now maybe people will stop bugging us.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
A House is not a Home
I am OBSESSED with HGTV Property Virgins, and House Hunters. We used to have our DVR set to record it when we were house hunting..now that we have a house, I still watch it, but not religiously. We were watching an episode the other night where the wife wanted move in ready, and hubby wanted to do a little work to the house. The husband kept making a statement about how no one wants to move into a house and not have to change anything, and it not really being your own. Hmm....
We bought our house and up until this weekend haven't changed a thing. We know we want to paint the butt ugly Michigan State color work out room, but we've held off because of the wedding, and holidays. This house is painted the exact colors I would have picked out. I don't really see the point in changing it, just because the old owners picked the colors not us. We even have extremely similar furniture...which we had before we moved in. We just got really lucky.
Home improvement projects stress me out, I hate starting things and not getting them finished. If I think about things for too long I can't make up my mind, I start second guessing everything. So why stress when everything was already done?. Every project that we have done to this house (mainly landscaping) we've decided to do it very spur of the moment. Most conversations sound like this... "I don't want to put Christmas lights on these bushes, want to just rip them out?" "Sure get the saw" "I hate all these trees, want to cut them down?" "Sure let me call my dad and he'll bring the chainsaw over...he'll be here in 10 minutes"
This weekend was no different. Aaron decided Friday we needed some new lighting in our kitchen. It had the very 90's tack lighting..which we hated, but lived with. Two of the lights have finally burned out, so instead of getting bulbs we decided to just get a new light. As we were walking through Menards trying to pick kitchen lighting the ADD kicked in, suddenly Aaron wanted outside lighting as well, because what we have now is "so ugly, and old."
We got our lights after much debate, and came home to start the project. The outside lights seemed to go up without too many issues. The father in law came over to help see us through our first major project. You know it's not a true home improvement project without at least one extra unplanned trip to the store..but we got it done. It looks great, and the three little lights really change the front of the house.
The kitchen light wasn't so easy. Our first mistake was attempting to do it at 10:30 at night, with the lights all off...genius I know, it's the unfinished feeling I can't stand. We abandoned the project for a cocktail and went to bed. We got up bright and early went back to the store to pick a different light, because we weren't in love with the one we originally bought, and spent about an hour hanging the light. It looks good. It doesn't match any other light, so now we have to replace them all, but one step at a time.
We bought our house and up until this weekend haven't changed a thing. We know we want to paint the butt ugly Michigan State color work out room, but we've held off because of the wedding, and holidays. This house is painted the exact colors I would have picked out. I don't really see the point in changing it, just because the old owners picked the colors not us. We even have extremely similar furniture...which we had before we moved in. We just got really lucky.
Home improvement projects stress me out, I hate starting things and not getting them finished. If I think about things for too long I can't make up my mind, I start second guessing everything. So why stress when everything was already done?. Every project that we have done to this house (mainly landscaping) we've decided to do it very spur of the moment. Most conversations sound like this... "I don't want to put Christmas lights on these bushes, want to just rip them out?" "Sure get the saw" "I hate all these trees, want to cut them down?" "Sure let me call my dad and he'll bring the chainsaw over...he'll be here in 10 minutes"
This weekend was no different. Aaron decided Friday we needed some new lighting in our kitchen. It had the very 90's tack lighting..which we hated, but lived with. Two of the lights have finally burned out, so instead of getting bulbs we decided to just get a new light. As we were walking through Menards trying to pick kitchen lighting the ADD kicked in, suddenly Aaron wanted outside lighting as well, because what we have now is "so ugly, and old."
We got our lights after much debate, and came home to start the project. The outside lights seemed to go up without too many issues. The father in law came over to help see us through our first major project. You know it's not a true home improvement project without at least one extra unplanned trip to the store..but we got it done. It looks great, and the three little lights really change the front of the house.
The kitchen light wasn't so easy. Our first mistake was attempting to do it at 10:30 at night, with the lights all off...genius I know, it's the unfinished feeling I can't stand. We abandoned the project for a cocktail and went to bed. We got up bright and early went back to the store to pick a different light, because we weren't in love with the one we originally bought, and spent about an hour hanging the light. It looks good. It doesn't match any other light, so now we have to replace them all, but one step at a time.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
There's always a system
Aaron and I have lived together for over a year. We had a routine at the apartment, but when we bought the house things changed. I lived with him in our apartment, and we called it "ours" but really it was his, and I just moved into it. I never really felt like it was mine. We bought the house together, picked out the furniture together, and decorated it together, it's OURS.
That being said once we moved into the house we established our duties. Aaron takes care of certain aspects of our lives, and I cook, clean, and take care of the house. Judge me if you want, say "How 1950's of you" but I ENJOY taking care of my husband, and that's all that matters.
All that blabing to get to this point. I have a system, I clean a certain way. It's always been that way period. I clean from top to bottom. I dust before I vacuum, I mop the floors last, blah blah blah. You bet your ass that if Aaron ever volunteers to help I about pee my pants with excitement. When he does the dishes (without being asked) I think it's the sexiest thing in the universe. So imagine my excitement when he offered to help me "de Chrismafy" our house. He was ready to help me pack away our abundance of Christmas decorations. He even helped me reorganize the whole packing system! How helpful right?
Ehhhhh...not so much. His way was so not THE RIGHT WAY. He didn't understand my system, and wanted to do everything all at once. There is no point in vacuuming when there is still tinsel on top of the cupboards and it's going to leave a mess on the floor once it comes down. Not to mention I had to dust EVERYTHING. All he wanted to do was vacuum. Why? I don't know. So Aaron being the three year old he truly can be sometimes, took the vacuum and pushed it around all the boxes, even though I kept saying "don't do that, I'm going to have to redo it in 10 minutes once I've dusted" I finally got so frustrated with him I told him if he wasn't going to do it the way I wanted it to be done, then he could go downstairs and leave me to do it all myself.
Of course he when downstairs.
I don't know if I hurt his feelings or not, at that point I was three hours into the project and didn't really care. Now that it's done and over with I wonder...should I just do what I do at work (with the 3 year old) bite my tongue, and redo it when he's finished or bored with the task. Or do I kick him out and not let him help, knowing that if I do that the chances of him volunteering to help ever again are slim to none.
Oy the real problems of a newly wed.
<3 Mrs. Monzo
That being said once we moved into the house we established our duties. Aaron takes care of certain aspects of our lives, and I cook, clean, and take care of the house. Judge me if you want, say "How 1950's of you" but I ENJOY taking care of my husband, and that's all that matters.
All that blabing to get to this point. I have a system, I clean a certain way. It's always been that way period. I clean from top to bottom. I dust before I vacuum, I mop the floors last, blah blah blah. You bet your ass that if Aaron ever volunteers to help I about pee my pants with excitement. When he does the dishes (without being asked) I think it's the sexiest thing in the universe. So imagine my excitement when he offered to help me "de Chrismafy" our house. He was ready to help me pack away our abundance of Christmas decorations. He even helped me reorganize the whole packing system! How helpful right?
Ehhhhh...not so much. His way was so not THE RIGHT WAY. He didn't understand my system, and wanted to do everything all at once. There is no point in vacuuming when there is still tinsel on top of the cupboards and it's going to leave a mess on the floor once it comes down. Not to mention I had to dust EVERYTHING. All he wanted to do was vacuum. Why? I don't know. So Aaron being the three year old he truly can be sometimes, took the vacuum and pushed it around all the boxes, even though I kept saying "don't do that, I'm going to have to redo it in 10 minutes once I've dusted" I finally got so frustrated with him I told him if he wasn't going to do it the way I wanted it to be done, then he could go downstairs and leave me to do it all myself.
Of course he when downstairs.
I don't know if I hurt his feelings or not, at that point I was three hours into the project and didn't really care. Now that it's done and over with I wonder...should I just do what I do at work (with the 3 year old) bite my tongue, and redo it when he's finished or bored with the task. Or do I kick him out and not let him help, knowing that if I do that the chances of him volunteering to help ever again are slim to none.
Oy the real problems of a newly wed.
<3 Mrs. Monzo
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
A New Year for the Newly Weds
I've been beyond busy, and didn't really feel much need to post after the wedding. I created the blog to help me remember the craziness of the past year. I've decided I miss blogging and sharing stories. I don't want to blog about random nothingness and my boring day to day life, however I do have some pretty interesting/funny stories about being newly weds. I have never made resolutions before and I'm not resolving to blog a certain amount of times a week or month, but I do want to blog on a regular basis.
With that said...that's my blog for this week....haha
<3 Mrs. Monzo
With that said...that's my blog for this week....haha
<3 Mrs. Monzo
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