Shared Space

I cannot get over lately how lucky i am to have robbie. Sorry if this is totally mushy, but i feel like we finally got settled in to living together.

Anyone that has ever lived with a significant lover can agree its HARD. I mean you originally move in or marry this person because you think despite their flaws they are perfect! and they think the same thing about you! Although you may think they are right.

All of a sudden your perfect human specimen has morphed into this moving trash receptacle leaving dirt and grime behind with no knowledge. Instead of sharing sweet date memories you are sharing a bathroom that requires a gas mask upon entrance. Sharing everything isn't cute anymore..who really wants to be on bowl cleanup duty when your other half has the flu?

Suddenly you have a lot of decisions to make, who is going to go grocery shopping, who cleans what, am i responsible for your laundry? As garbage bags are piling up at the door you are stealing glances at each other waiting for someone to respond to the growing compost pile.

I immediately thought i was in charge of laundry and making dinner..because i was the girl. So i took on the roll, i like cooking and laundry was sort of a at least i don't have to take out the trash.

We would have arguments about my cleanliness verse his..until we both got so fed up with the arguments that we are completely content.

Sure his beard shavings cover my freshly cleaned sink and he may have to look at tampons exploding out of the bathroom garbage. But we are too happy just being together to care anymore.

Thank goodness our first year is over...oh and our second one two. I guess we were stubborn :)