Day 23 - On and on and on and on

I am prefacing this entry with a statement about how difficult it is to believe that this is interesting to anyone. I mean, anyone whose been married for a while knows that eventually all of the days meld into one big 'thing' full of bills and finances and dirty socks left on the floor and work demands and kids screaming for attention. What's fun and interesting and exciting about that? Fortunately we don't have kids screaming for attention and neither of us really have the kind of work that means bringing aggravation home to dump onto our free therapists...err, I mean spouses.

With that said, I've definitely reached a point I knew would come. Frankly, I'm surprised it's taken so long. I am now in the Post-Wedding Letdown Phase. Now, this doesn't mean that I'm depressed about some imperceptible thing that didn't go according to plan or anything like that. What it means, at least for me, is that I had so much to keep me busy in the months and especially days leading up to the wedding, that now there is this giant black hole called 'time' that I have far too much of.

I am attempting to practice patience while I wait for our thank you cards to arrive so that I can use up a few evenings by writing them out and addressing them and stamping them and all of the fun stuff that goes along with archaic communication. Then I can deliver them to the Pony Express so that sometime in the next appropriately determined year, we can express our gratitude to our extremely generous friends and family. But they have yet to arrive. They may be unceremoniously sitting in a warehouse or even on a FedEx truck as I speak, but neither of these do much for efficiency or for easing my boredom.

So again, I whinged and whined about my lack of ability to do anything. I stared inside our cabinets and left the refrigerator and freezer doors wide open while rolling my eyes about the options held within. "What do you want," The New Husband asked, trying very patiently to appease me. "Do you want a Hot Pocket?"

I scrunched my nose. "No." I continued searching. I threw myself on the couch and curled up.

"So what are you going to have for dinner?"

"Nothing."

He put his foot down, quite literally. "Nope. Get up and go get something to eat. I know how you get when you don't eat."

"I don't want anything. There's nothing interesting in there."

"There's pasta."

"I'm tired of it. I don't want anything." Eventually he gave up and I ended up having cereal because if you're going to act like a toddler, then frosted corn flakes are a perfectly acceptable dinner.

Eventually the sugar kicked in and I went back to the computer, scouring the Huffington Post and hoping that people on Facebook would provide some interesting reads, but it ultimately came down to a blog I can't leave comments on and something about bladder slings. No, really. Those were my options.

"Wanna look at more houses," The New Husband asked. And so, we spent the rest of our evening oggling MLS listings and examining Google Earth to see exactly where these houses are. "You should email that kid from the building," he said, referring to an acquaintance in our apartment complex who sells real estate, "He said he'd be able to take us out on Sunday to look at properties."

Suddenly, I was no longer bored.