March 27, 2008

Hello boobs, it's me, Virginia

Deven is now officially weaned. My boobs are now back to normal. Even though they're smaller, I still like them better now. They feel more like they're my boobs and not my son's cereal bowls. I was a 34 b/c cup and now I'm the smallest b you could possibly fit into, and it couldn't be any sweeter.
I've also got all of the Sims expansion packs. I've become completely addicted to it. I know, I am a huge nerd, but I don't play "regular" video games, and I'm a housewife, what the hell else am I to do? Bake cookies? Actually, as an alternative I was going to try making some chocolate chip cookies today, that is if my son permits.
I've been thinking a lot about marriage lately. Last week Vance and I went grocery shopping, and of course we relentlessly bickered as we browsed the aisles. He kept nagging at me for bumping the stroller into things, forgetting things on the list, and I of course barked back "why don't you do it YOURSELF THEN!" It got us no where. We have been having a lot of rough patches lately. We are two very stubborn, domineering, controlling people, constantly at odds over who wears the pants (neither of us want to admit, it's actually Deven. Just about everything we do revolves around him.)
For a long time I was really resentful towards Vance. I felt like I was pressured into getting married by him and his family. It's not that I didn't love Vance and want to be with him at all. In fact, I thought that if I didn't he wouldn't want to be with me. As someone who is just about as un-religious as you can get, I have always been against marriage, always seen it as an outdated ritual. When I was growing up every family around me was breaking up. I never understood why people bothered taking a vow that was unnecessary and that they couldn't keep. I was always taught it was wrong to lie and break promises. Oh, the innocence of a child. Of course I ended up giving in because it was the only way I was going to get any insurance (and that damned big screen tv.)
Now that we're settled in, I'm happier. I think that Vance and I, even though we bicker a lot, we really are the best people for one another. I don't know if anyone else could really handle the manipulation. And if we can make this work, Deven will have more faith in people and relationships then I did growing up.

It takes so much maturity to be able to make a marriage work. Sometimes it's almost like I have to overcome myself to be able to resolve a conflict with Vance. My stubbornness comes out and gets in the way, making the argument more intense, when it's not worth it. All he's saying is if we combine our checking account it'll make bill handling a lot easier. Our problem is that we stare each other down, and instead of evaluating the issue itself, we try to get our own way for the sake of being right. It gets nothing done, and the key to marriage is working together and having the same goals. You have to be in the same place in your lives, or else you'll just fall apart. It's science.
I'm going to go blow dry my hair and make some lunch. I'm thinking about boycotting tv until 2009 since there is never ANYTHING GOOD ON. Seriously, when is Heroes coming back and is it even going to be worth it?

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My name is Janette. I'm a 22 year old mom and housewife. I take care of my baby son and watch a lot of daytime tv. I rely on my son's naps and lots of coffee to be able to write here every day. I have so much to say and the internet is my outlet. Go free speech! Learn more...

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