Don’t Judge a Relationship By Its Cover

I’m pretty sure that about 90% of the time when I’m talking about my husband, I make him sound like a douche bag.

I think that this is probably true for a lot of people (and not necessarily just the ones like me that stick their foot in their mouths). When you repeat some of the things your spouse/partner does, it makes them sound much worse than actually seeing it in context. People only see your side, they assume things, they don’t know the details surrounding it, and they make judgments. It’s a simple fact of life.

What got me to thinking about all of this was shoveling my driveway. It was about 10pm and no one else was out, but I kept picturing if one of my neighbors came outside to talk to me (possibly because I was being loud with my shoveling?). If it were one of my older neighbors (which, let’s face it, pretty much all of my neighbors are 60+, so that’s likely), what would they think about my shoveling? No, I’m not talking technique. I’m talking about the fact that I, the woman of the house, was out late at night shoveling. I see shoveling the driveway as more of a traditional “male” role. Maybe it’s just because I hate it, suck and it, and it makes my back hurt.

So they see me shoveling. Would they think that while I was taking the dog out to pee, I randomly realized that I won’t have time to shovel in the morning so I should probably do it now? Probably not. Maybe they’d think my husband was too lazy. Maybe they’d think that he made me do it. Of course, this is all speculation.

This all stems from what a girl said to me at school. This girl was part of a study group for one of my classes. While we were deciding when to do the study group, she mentioned that she would have to bring her two year old. I was already thinking about the fact that it was the weekend and that my husband wouldn’t be happy with watching Peanut because friends would be over, but figured that he could just deal with it. But since she said that she was bringing her son, I figured I could bring Peanut too and they could play. So I said “Oh, maybe I’ll bring my daughter. She’s almost two. My husband will just make noise if he has to watch her anyway (hardy har har).” Her response? “Well maybe you need to get a new husband (hardy har har).”

Seriously?

This really pissed me off. Just because my husband isn’t going to jump to watch Peanut every second of the day, that means that I need to divorce him? I’m sure it doesn’t help that she’s recently divorced, but still. From a conversation that’s less than a minute, she not only makes a judgment about my relationship, but she also tells me that it’s bad? Who is she to say? Then, of course when I decide not to bring Peanut because I don’t particularly want her playing with this girl’s son, she makes a remark about my husband getting himself together to watch his own child. Oh my god.

So just because my husband wouldn’t absolutely love to spend every second of every day with Peanut, I should drop him? So should he drop me because I’m not 100% happy watching her 100% of the time? I mean, even when I’m at home 100% of the time with her, I still want to throw her out the window sometimes. Honestly, what parent doesn’t? What parent doesn’t relish the moments that you get to yourself and get to do something you want to do? Of course, there are those parents who never, never leave their child and never, ever want to, but who says we all have to be like that?

So because my husband isn’t shoveling the driveway, he’s not a good husband? How about when I don’t do the dishes—which I’m notorious for neglecting? Don’t get me wrong, there are things that I would like my husband to work on. There are things he would like me to work on. That’s how relationships work. Yeah, there’s some effort there, but I’m sure that dealing with his flaws is much less effort than being a single mom. Not to mention that I love him. So who is she—or anyone—to tell me that there’s something wrong with my relationship?

I’m guilty of it too. Recently, I’ve been trying to convince my friend to break up with her boyfriend. I’ve never liked the guy and she’s well aware, but lately when she’s talking about him I just keep telling her to drop him because things he is doing remind me of my ex and that’s what seems like the solution to me. Key phrase: seems like the solution to me. How am I supposed to know what their relationship is really like? I’m only seeing her side and even more than that, I’m only hearing the side of hers that she needs to make noise about because it’s bothering her. Do you think any woman dwells as much on that time her boyfriend brought her flowers as much as the time he forgot?

So that’s it. I’m done telling people what to do with their relationships. Of course, I’ll still offer advice when asked for it, but I need to butt out most of the time. Beyond that, I need to try to look at both sides. Half the time when someone is asking you what to do, they’re just asking you to validate what they’ve already decided to do anyway.

So to bring this ramble of a post together, I will say one thing: Don’t judge a relationship by what you can see. People are in relationships because it works for them. You may be seeing their best moment, worst, or anything between. It’s not fair of you to superimpose your own relationship/past relationships onto theirs as if they’ll fit that exact mold. Just because you broke up doesn’t mean everyone should. Just because your husband is a douche doesn’t mean mine is. And you know what? Maybe he is a douche, and maybe I like it.

A Thank You to my Husband

Welcome to the February Carnival of Natural Parenting: Love and partners!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how a co-parent has or has not supported us in our dedication to natural parenting. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.

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Dear Curtis,

I know it’s a cliche, but you truly are my rock. You keep me grounded—even when I don’t ask for it or it isn’t polite. You help me see logic when I’m overrun by emotion. You stand up for me when I’m not feeling confident enough to stand up for myself. I could not be a natural parent without you by my side.

First off, I could not have brought Peanut into this world the way she deserved without you. You were there with me every second of that 33.5 hours. Many speak of the experience that the woman goes through during childbirth, but the man (with the Bradley Method) goes through a very profound experience too. You pushed to give me counter pressure until your arms shook. Told me that I was strong enough when I wanted to give up. And when the ultimate moment came (sooner than we had expected, but not soon enough!) you handled it with the grace and efficiency that I was in too much pain to have.

In those early weeks of breastfeeding, you helped me as much as you could sans feeding the baby yourself. You brought me water, you helped me position her, and you fought (and continue to fight) the few people we’ve come across that weren’t 100% supportive. I feel confident that if I am ever confronted by strangers while breastfeeding in public that you will defend me.

When your parents hint that they don’t like our co-sleeping, you’re just as likely to explain the benefits as I am. When I show you funny things that OB’s have said on MyOBSaidWhat.com you laugh because you understand. You went with me every week to our Bradley Method class even when you had homework out your ears.

You stay up with Peanut so I can sleep. You play with her so I can cook dinner. You watch her so I can go to class. You’re a great father and I am lucky to have you as my husband.

Thank you for choosing me.

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One Year

IMG_8215 I wake up just before 7 am to a baby pinching my face. No husband to be seen because he fell asleep on the couch watching Star Trek: The Next Generation. We eat lunch with my in-laws and then hang out and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. I never thought this would be how my first wedding anniversary would be, but it’s oddly fantastic.

I decided this is the perfect opportunity to thank my husband. I know I complain at times, but he is truly awesome. I love you Curtis.

Thank you for bringing me stuff. This one will probably sound ridiculous to outsiders, but Curtis brings me everything ever ever ever and he doesn’t complain. While I was pregnant and didn’t want to get up you’d go to the kitchen and bring me a cookie. While I’m breastfeeding you bring me water. When I’m draped with a sleeping baby you bring me my book. While I’m trying to get Peanut to sleep in the room you bring me my phone. You literally run back and forth bringing me things constantly and I love you for it.

Thank you for sticking around. I know that we didn’t plan on getting pregnant so soon, but you were there for me and our baby 100%. You went to almost every prenatal appointment with me, Bradley Method classes every week for 3 months, and even caught Peanut on her way out. Thank you for rearranging your life for us.

Thank you for deal with me. I know that sounds over-dramatic, but I’m quite often over-dramatic. You deal with me and my craziness and you’re not afraid to tell me when I’m being crazy. You ground me.

Thank you for being the breadwinner. I know that you didn’t entirely agree with me being a stay at home mom at first, but I think you’re beginning to see the benefits and you realize how happy it makes me. Also, thank you for not complaining when I didn’t work for the second half of my pregnancy. A lot of other men would have been upset with me and wanted me to suck it up and get another job.

Thank you for being my advocate. Sometimes when I get timid and can’t defend myself, sometimes when our family questions our parenting choices, sometimes when friends get frustrated with me for leaving raids to go deal with the baby.

Thank you for watching Peanut while I went to school last semester. And thank you for not getting mad at me when I came home early because I missed her.

Thank you for cuddling with me when I really need a cuddle.

Thank you for not minding when I pause the show we’re watching for 20 minutes to get Peanut back to sleep.

Thank you for watching Desperate Housewives with me and even discussing it with me.

Thank you for watching Peanut sometimes so I can just take a nap.

Thank you for going with me to the grocery store when you don’t really want to.

Thank you for laughing even when my jokes aren’t very funny.

Thank you for realizing when I tell you to go away that I really don’t want you to.

Thank you for making me feel sexy.

Thank you for letting me dress you up every Halloween in a costume that matches mine.

Thank you for not yelling at me when I spend too much money.

Thank you for marrying me on such short notice and not caring what people think about it.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving our daughter. I love you so much that the thought of it makes me tear up. I never want to lose you. You are a fantastic husband and father. I love you Couris. Not only that, I like you.

Please Stay Asleep

Dea has been awake for the last 6 hours. She has been crying and crying. I think the reason she was crying is because she needed to go to sleep, but was fighting it. She finally fell asleep, but who knows how long it’ll last.

I was reading in a magazine about how many couples are unhappy with their marriages after they have a baby. They said the biggest reason is division of duties.

I am actually very happy with my marriage. I believe part of the reason is we make sure to have little bits of us time. And though I take on the majority of the child-rearing duties, I’m okay with it.

The only thing that upsets me is his schooling. I wish that he would spend more time getting his schoolwork done. I don’t like him procrastinating and then staying up all night. But this is how he’s always been and how I’ve always felt. And I do get kind of frustrated when he comes home and ignores his homework while he plays games. Again, how it’s always been.

As an over all thing though, I’m very happy with my marriage.

Random Things To Get Off My Chest

I’ve been weepy lately. I don’t think it’s anything serious. I just almost cry during silly parts of shows or if people say things that my silly brain counts as confrontational. And if someone asks me if I’m okay or Curtis realizes I’m getting my “I’m about to cry face” I start bawling. It’ll be okay.

I feel really conflicted. Part of me wants to have a break, but part of me doesn’t trust anyone to take care of her correctly. Part of me wants to be surrounded by people, but part of me wants to be alone with her. Part of me wants Curtis to spend more time focused on me and the baby, but part of me wants him to play games and what not so he’s happier.

I wish there was something I could do to make things feel normal and fixed just for a minute. Curtis says I should let the grandparents watch her while I take a nap or bath, but I don’t know what I really want.

I’m worried about Curtis with school. I know he’s not keeping up with his school work. I think him talking to his teachers kind of backfired because the only class he seems to do homework from is the one that hasn’t been working with him on assignments. I don’t want him to fail any classes.

Now let’s see if this iPhone app actually posts this blog.

Baby Blues

I’m definitely feeling it. It seems like just the normal kind though. I just mostly feel a little useless. Kind of don’t know what to do with myself. I’m still playing WoW and what not, but I just feel like I should be doing more. I know I’m sustaining a life, but she sleeps so much and when she is awake, she’s quite often crying inconsolably. I find myself feeding her just because I know it will make her stop crying. I feel so useless because I can’t make her better.

Part of me wonders if she would even care if I were here. I mean, if she had a boob to suck on and someone to change her diaper, would she even notice if I were gone. They talk about the baby liking the sound of your voice from hearing it in the womb, but I wonder if she feels any attachment to me what’s so ever.

I also miss Curtis a lot of the time. Even when he’s here. I’m not quite sure what I pictured that it would be like, but I thought that I would be so much happier when I wasn’t pregnant anymore. I am happy, but things are different of course. I don’t have time that I can just cuddle with him. Luckily Curtis’s parents are willing to watch her while we take long showers. I like our showers.

I’m hoping all this will eventually pass. I know it will. I have appointments made with Dr. Newbold so I can talk about things. Not for a couple more weeks though. I’ll be fine until then.

Wedding Photos

I’ve decided to take a moment while I’m waiting for a raid to start to post some of my favorite wedding photos.

My bouquet was made mostly of daisies because that’s what Curtis got me for prom.

This is our awesome cake. Looks like Alice In Wonderland. Wedding colors were sage and black… obviously.

I love those earrings. My mom wanted me to lock them away for safe keeping, but I wear them when I wear pretty dresses.

That’s totally my mom in the background. lol

Our first kiss. Aww…

This picture turned out perfect.

It was windy.

I’m happy we picked out our own rings. They’re awesome.

This bridge is neat too.

My veil was falling off right here.

I show way too much gums…

It looks like he is trying to choke me with cake.

Starting from the left: Tiffany (my step sister), Fay (my mom), Krystal (Tiffany’s daughter), Barbara (my aunt), me, Teria (holding Squeed. my friend), Jen (Tyler’s girlfriend), Shelby (my friend).

Starting from the left: Scott (Curtis’s friend from childhood/highschool), Tyler (Curtis’s friend from highschool), Alex (our friend from highschool), Lance (one of our good friends), Curtis, Erich (our friend from high school), Eric (our friend from high school), Justin (one of our good friends), Andy (my brother/good friend).

Finally Feeling A Bit Better

My cold is getting better. Sadly, Curtis is sick now. I don’t like seeing him sick. He wont really take medicine either. It’s cute that he still worries about how I feel when he’s sicker than me now. I loveses him. This is really the happiest I’ve been with our relationship. I think the biggest difference for me with being married is the fact that I don’t feel that constant pressure about getting married. I don’t have voices in the back of my head asking why we’re not married yet.

He’s also really taken to the baby stuff. For a while he seemed upset whenever I brought up baby stuff. I don’t blame him, it took me some getting used to also. Now he seems genuinely happy about it. I put together the playpen and floor mat the other day. Curtis tried out the floor mat. It was cute.


My aunt who lives in Texas came to the baby shower. I was really happy to see her because I didn’t think she would be able to make it. She was texting me that day asking if I got her gift in the mail yet. She was sneaky. I wish I would have hung out with her more while she was in town. He has a cocker spaniel too. Her name is Katie and she’s fat. lol. Katie couldn’t fit into a sweater she had anymore so my aunt gave it to me for Kerri.

Curtis’s dad thoroughly hates this sweater. It makes Kerri warm though. Kerri is in the crate right now because she snaped at a guest. I really wish we could do something to make her not snap. Maybe we should get a muzzle for when guests are over. Muzzles are so sad though.