#AtoZChallenge: M is for Marriage

First came love (yesterday), today comes marriage (as promised), and then comes…eh, I’m not promising any babies in a baby carriage.

Little Man has had a few thoughts on marriage, which is no surprise, since he has thoughts on everything. One is that all wedding ceremonies are like Jim and Pam’s wedding in The Office, and that they all start out by guests dancing down the aisle to Chris Brown’s Forever and end with a kiss. Another thought is that my best friend and I should never end texts with “Love ya!” because I’m married. (And so is she, but I guess he’s not too concerned with preserving sanctity of her marriage.)

Both of today’s doodles occurred when Little Man was five. With the first one, you should know that I’m a big fan of The Lord of the Rings. I’ve got the poseable action figures, Sting replica, and tattoos to prove it. One day I was talking LOTR with Little Man when he informed me that there could be no future between Gandalf the Grey and me. (No, I don’t have a thing for wizardly looking older men — this is one of those random things.)

Another thing you should know is that I’ve got freckles. Lots and lots of freckles. Depending on the lighting and how much time I’ve spent in the sun, sometimes I look like the bucket-of-blood scene in Carrie, only if someone dumped freckles instead of blood. I choose not to doodle them because it’d probably look like I had a tick infestation or something. Anyway, Little Man asked about my freckles one day, and I told him that they were angel kisses, which is what my grandmother told me when I was little. As a little girl, I loved the idea. Little Man? Not so much.

And lets not even get into the time I referred to Robert Downey, Jr. as my other husband. But at least he’s looking out for his dad, right?

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Netflix Zombies

As new parents might expect, having a little one changes things quite a bit. Well, quite a lot, since there’s the matter of there being a new human in the home who is completely dependent on you. And that child is basically a puke-diarrhea-pee factory who is also the most precious thing on the face of the earth — so you might not mind too much when some of those bodily fluids land on you, or in your mouth (all three categories, both kids — pretty sure a FML was appropriate).

Pre-kids, my husband and I had so much fun together. Sometimes we’d go away for the weekend, but mostly we had our fun hanging out, having deep talks, playing softball, playing chess and card games or video games, having some drinks, and going to football games (and having even more drinks). Typical newlyweds-without-kids stuff.

Now things are different. I know we could still do all of those things. Maybe not the drinking on a regular basis (well, definitely not, because hitting 30 apparently means you get all the heartburn galore from a single drink), but the chess and card games and video games — sure, we could. But we usually don’t. When 10:00 comes, and the last kid is finally down for the night (or, in the case of the toddler, for a few hours), we’ve got about an hour and a half together before my husband lies down. That time is usually spent zoning out to TV because we’re just so damn tired. We do have our dates nights, but half of those are spent getting pizza and watching something on Netflix because, again, tired.

This will change as the kids get older and more independent, but for now, that’s life, and you’ve gotta find the funny in life.

And that brings us to today’s doodle —

Can y’all relate?

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