Confessions on a Crazy Mrs.

Let me start by saying I’m crazy. I know this! I’m not unaware. I completely understand my insecurities and neurosis. And after all these years, I know I’m a worrier and a perfectionist. Of this I’m sure.

This is my first Thanksgiving as a wife and I feel as though I should contribute. I’m a big girl now and I need to add to the Thanksgiving festivities by providing some form of food. Daniel brought home a bag of pecans he bought as a fundraiser so I decided I can bake pecan pie. I have pie plates! Daniel’s mother provided them at one of our showers and now I can use them for our very first Thanksgiving together. How hard can it be?! I drag the super secret family recipe out of my mother and head to the store. I’m not ready to make homemade pie crust so I’m searching for the Pillsbury roll out kind. They don’t have any. We circle the store twice and nothing! I feel defeated already, Thanksgiving is ruined. We find the already-in-a-pie-plate crust and my sweet husband suggests we just use that.

“BUT I HAVE TO USE MY PIE PLATES!!” I scream as we’re standing in a packed Wal-Mart with mobs of people everywhere. To which my patient husband looks at me with those ‘Oh Lord, she’s in freak-mode’ eyes and calmly says, “Ok, we’ll keep looking.”

I’m not sure why he loves me but I’m sure glad he does. The pie looks good and if no one gets sick after tonight, I’m in the clear. :)

On a happy note, we got two new little frogs! We got them Sunday and they’re still alive! They even play! They are SO cute and they look so happy. I’m trying to not love them to death. Daniel says me tapping on the side of the bowl makes them nervous so I’m trying not to.

Tomorrow is our first Thanksgiving as Mr. & Mrs. Christie. How cool is that?!

Wifey Woes

I'm officially Mrs. Christie now! It took a day of waiting in lines and counting to 10 but it's done. My name is now two letters longer which means the last letter of my middle name is left off of my Drivers License. Fun times! Now I get to have everything changed to my new name, it'll be a new fun game! :)

So I don't know what has changed but I'm suddenly a TOTAL disaster in the kitchen. I managed to feed myself all through college with no problems but since we said "I do" I can't seem to get much right! For example, the other night I was cooking meatloaf and for the life of me couldn't understand why it wasn't cooking. Maybe because I had the wrong burner on! Yeah, an entire hour with the wrong burner on, it’s amazing Daniel gets anything to eat!

And since getting married I have gained weight. What's with that?! How did that happen?! I can't fit in to anything! I'm trying not to yell and scream out of frustration to much in front of Daniel; after all it’s not his fault! But not being able to fit in to your clothes SUCKS. I need motivation. All I need to do is go down to the apartment workout room and walk on the treadmill for a little while. That's all! But I'm lazy and easily distracted so I don’t. I just fuss about all the weight I’ve gained. I need to change….

I did manage to kill our first attempt at a pet as well. We got a little aquatic frog on Sunday and it was dead by the time I got home from work on Monday. Daniel is accepting full responsibility but it’s my fault. The poor little thing died hungry, cold and alone! How sad is that?! I’m not sure we should venture in to parenthood for a LONG time.

Geesh, I make it sound like everything is horrible! It isn’t. I love being married and I love going home to Daniel every night. I’ve just had a rough week or so. It’ll get better. I’ll start walking, I’ll learn how to work the stove and everything will be “happily ever after” all over again.

Right now I just need to vent to someone other then my poor husband who I’m sure is one melt down away from having me committed.