The past couple of weeks have, in many ways, passed by in a complete blur. September is usually like that for me anyhow; what with the beginning of the school year and all of the insanity that goes with it. I admittedly don’t do well with change; working out new routines really kind of suck for me.
With CBG having moved here, it is, more than ever, a time of change and adjustment. After all….it’s been The Girlie Palace for the past four years. There’s suddenly more testosterone floating around this place than I’ve had around in quite some time. And body hair. Boys are yucky sometimes, for the record. Just sayin’. No more pantyhose over the shower curtain rod or midweek mommy-daughter underwear dance parties.
Truthfully, adjusting to this cohabitation thing is a whole lot easier than I ever imagined. I’ve lived with men I was in relationships with before (boy, that makes me sound a little bit like a whore, now doesn’t it? There were only two others, I promise), and in the past there was always a period of adjustment while we
fought over whose turn it was to do the dishes grew accustomed to each other and their ways. This adjustment period was always a hellish rollercoaster a bit rocky while we worked to iron out the kinks.
With CBG, there is none of that. The transition has been seamless. Sure, there is adjusting to do; routines to work out, habits to form, a “new normal” that we’re still establishing. But instead of being at odds with each other, we are on the same team, working together to work out what is best for us and our family. As always, it feels like it is he and I together against the world. A team.
Not to be confused with THE “A-Team”. Just in case you were wondering.
Two weeks into this whole “new life” gig, and CBG and I are continuing to demonstrate our awesomeness. In not just the big things, but in all the little things as well. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know…it’s only been two weeks. There’s plenty of time for things to go sideways and I know that we’ll have our disputes over toilet cleaning and laundry folding like every other couple does. But for now we’re both still in that “we-can’t-believe-this-is-really-happening” phase, where we are so grateful for every little thing that other person does and is.
Two weeks in and we’re not even a little bit sick of each other yet.