“A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.”
That title makes us sound like the most dysfunctional couple imaginable, but really, all things considered, I really like my marriage. Even when we split the party between two continents, I’ve always felt confident in and enthusiastic about being married to J. He’s a catch.
But a six month absence does lead to some funny instances of, “Oh. I’d forgotten you do that.”
For example, he is much better at doing dishes than me. In fact, I came home from work yesterday to find he had redone a load of dishes that had failed to live up to his exacting standards. Lovely for me – who hates doing dishes with a vicious passion – until it makes me question if my plates, pots and pans have been (in spite of my best efforts) dirty for the last six months.
Also: feeding him. Last night I made a pot of curry, an easy and tasty recipe (courtesy of Savvy) and one that would have lasted me three days prior to Monday. Monday being the day J. flew in. It’s completely gone.
In spite of his voracious appetite and his singular ability to make me feel domestically challenged, I’m awfully glad he’s here!