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Extro Loves Intro

I have been trying to write this post *in my head* for three days. Turns out that when you have a new baby, your brain leaks out at night and you have to start all over again every morning. Hence, this is technically the third draft of this post, although I have no recollection of the first two.

Can we discuss introverts who are partnered up with extroverts? And by discuss, I mean that I will ramble on, and then you will comment and then I will reply. If we were in real life, we could just converse like normal humans. Oh, wouldn’t that be great?

Which brings me to my first point. I like real (and virtual) people. I feel energized when I am around them. I like to talk for the most part. On the introvert/extrovert scale, I am only slightly extroverted. Which means I am not a total wilting flower when left alone, and appreciate some time by myself. However, I don’t need tons of recovery time after social activities.

I married an introvert (INTJ). (By the way I <3 INTJ’s. Can’t think of one that I haven’t gotten along with swimmingly, but they are anything but simple.) Many of my favorite people on this earth are introverts. I’m attracted to them, and count many of them among my friends. This does not mean they are shy. Introverted is often interchanged with the word shy, and that is simply wrong. It also has a negative connotation which bugs the crap out of me. They are often just misunderstood.

I have linked to this article before, but I HIGHLY recommend that you read it if you live with someone who is introverted. Or if you yourself are introverted, link your significant other to it so they will know how to care for you properly. It’s not very scientific, and a bit satirical, but has some good points. Go now. I will wait…

You are back! Or you’re just faking like you read it. For those of you who fake-read it, just know that basically introverts lose energy from being around people, and extroverts gain energy. Introverts need a recovery period for every hour they spend with other humans.

This brings me to the meat of my story. I swear to you that Justin and I are both reasonable and intelligent people. But two weeks ago we decided to freaky Friday our lives. I, the slightly extroverted girl (ENTP) who worked at a big office with lots of people around all day, decided to stay home alone with a young baby. Justin, the introverted guy who has been a student without a full-time job for many years, decided to go work at an office with people who talk to him all day long.

SQUARE PEGS, ROUND HOLES.

So this is an interesting transition for both of us to say the least. It is the best thing for our family and we are determined to make it work.

Did I mention we have a 9 week old baby in the mix? Yes.

We are both sticking by our decision and neither of us want to complain because we both are silly in love with our new jobs. And we are both extremely lucky to have them. That being said, there are some things that we need to figure out about our new lives.

Maybe your life is set up in a similar way? Example: I have been home all day, talking to no one but myself, the baby, and the interwebs. This is all well and good, but naturally I am excited when it is time for Justin to come home. We are buddies and I miss my buddy. 5 o’clock hits and I get antsy. Often 6 o’clock comes and goes as well. Around 7, I am dying to see him. I want to talk about the day and be with him and do family time stuff.

He is happy to see me, but the difference is that he is arriving home already exhausted from being around people all day. No matter how much he loves his job, he can’t be himself unless he gets some recovery time alone. He will be a crazy person without it. This doesn’t have to happen immediately when he gets in the door, but by 9 p.m. he is basically telling me to go to bed. SAD FACE. It’s not anything against me personally, but it still stings. This is one of those things I am trying to be understanding about, but it isn’t easy when I have been alone all day and am enjoying real companionship.

Here is another example of how this introversion thing works: If we are going out to a social thing, he will be very social and have a great time while he is there, but then he needs twice that amount of time to recover from this event. This usually isn’t a big deal to me, as I have gotten used to this over the past 7 years. It is second nature, unlike the new 9-5 weekday thing we are figuring out.

My new worry surrounding this issue, beyond driving my husband crazy, has to do with family activities. Since Benton is still a wee baby at the moment, we don’t take him out a ton. But what happens when the weekends become less about lounging and more filled with outings? Will Justin be OK?

We excitedly discuss all the fun things we want to together as a family, but they are likely going to take place during the weekends. I am not suggesting that family activities will be as socially draining as the workday is; I’m pointing out that they will take time out of the recovery period that he needs as an introvert after working with people all week. Does that make sense? And what happens when we have more kids and there is even less time to spare? Are there any introvert breadwinners out there with a bunch of kids that have it all figured out?

I am assuming we will adjust and find somewhat of a balance, but he is forever and always going to be introverted. I don’t want it to sound like a bad word, it just means he is always going to need his own time. So my guess is that he will have to have dad-is-recovering period at night when we are all in bed. Sleep will likely get pushed further down on the priority list.

Does anyone reading this have a similar situation? Any tricks or wisdom to share?

Pretty, Witty and YAY!

Four years ago, we shared one of the best days of our lives.

This morning we woke up together with a smiling baby nestled between us. It’s hard to fit more love into a queen size bed. Really. There is no room at the inn. *enter 20lb cats

Before he left this morning, Justin wished me a happy anniversary and handed me a little brown paper bag with these inside:

There are a thousand reasons why this is awesome. The main one is that he was incredibly thoughtful to buy these for me. He knew I wanted these earrings for a year and would never buy them for myself. I saw them at the Renegade Art Fair last year, and then pointed them out to Justin a few weeks ago at the Glenwood Street Art Fair. He secretly went back and got them for me.

To all of you who get presents for birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries, this pair of earrings may not seem like anything special. Whoop de do, he got you a gift for your anniversary. But since we have been dating (7+ years) I haven’t been on the receiving end of many gifts from the husband simply because I was the only one with an income. I don’t expect anything and don’t usually care. So I was so taken aback by these precious little things which he knew were so perfectly me in every way.

They inspired me to get dressed in more than yoga pants and spend time putting on makeup today. I realized that I haven’t felt pretty in MONTHS. My face got really swollen and jankity during pregnancy, and it’s just now getting back to recognizable for me. So I have been a little camera-shy.

But today? I felt pretty. And effortlessly happy.

My body may not be back to normal, but my self-image is slowly creeping out of from under the fridge. And all it took was these pretty little earrings to remind me that Benton isn’t the only one that is allowed to be cute around here.

Thank you, sweet husband. I LOVE them. <3

Pants (and shirts) on the Ground

I have not been doing laundry. Instead it turns out I’m only sort of doing laundry. I will start a load, and then fall asleep or act pathetic, and then Justin ends up finishing the job. Because the basement floor is cold, and I am kind of exhausted. Sometimes it gets folded, but more often it just kind of hangs out in a pile. It is really a sad situation. I don’t know why I am admitting this publicly, because I am not one bit proud it.

I think what I meant to write about here is what a good man my husband is. He has been in charge of a lot of the chores that I lost all motivation and energy to do during the first trimester. Luckily, I am feeling a bit more industrious in the last week, and even have little nesting urges here and there. I am hoping these urges turn into an all out hormone-fueled cleaning rampage for the rest of the pregnancy, because I really do like a clean house.

In the mean time I know I can count on Justin to make sure we aren’t living in a barnyard and eating off of last week’s pasta-sauce-crusted plates. The trash will be emptied. The litter box will be managed. Dry cleaning is dropped off and picked up. We won’t be wearing dirty underwear. And if we are out of hot sauce, toilet paper, or detergent, Justin is likely bundled up and walking to the Bodega.

I think I have really hit the jackpot. Help with the chores is great, but keep in mind that he is also going through his last semester of law school, bar registration, interviews, and a clerkship without showing any  signs of stress. Does he complain? No. The only thing I hear is how much he loves his job. I THINK HE IS MAGICAL. I would seriously be balled up in a corner if I had to deal with all of that. Add a pregnant wife to the mix and I would be balled up on the street corner.

He has also thought up a theme for the nursery, talked about names endlessly, and discussed his excitement for being a dad on many occasions. The importance of camping and introducing the little one to animals has been talked about endlessly. I think he even admitted that he is not scared one bit of dirty diapers. (I just saw him catch a cat puke in mid-air last weekend without flinching). Last weekend, there was a possibility that we would purchase a station wagon, and the man was thrilled. It is seriously his dream car. (edit: “It was a TURBO station wagon, I’ll have you know..”)

He tells me I look cute even though I am a bit round (in the face and the belly). My coat has to be buttoned to keep the baby warm. Any anxiety I have, he calms. Bedtime is at 10, and he feels really bad if I am up past then. He doesn’t judge me for eating salt ‘n vinegar chips everyday for the last 3 weeks. He wants to know when the baby can hear him so he can start talking directly to my belly. And if he gets himself a bowl of ice cream, he knows to scoop for two because I will be stealing half of it. I could write ten more pages like this, but I will spare you.

I really don’t mean to brag, but obviously I think he is the best. He should teach husband classes. With fatherhood just around the corner, I can’t wait to see how he fits into that new role.

I feel so lucky to have him as my partner.

Love

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Fall is the new spring when it comes to weddings. Everyone wants October instead of June. I was the guest at one of these lovely events last weekend. Isn’t the bride cute? She is my sweet office roommate, Michelle. And she will be spending the next two weeks in Europe instead of her desk chair. She decided to go there with her husband instead of the office roommates. HOW DARE SHE? We hate her. A lot.

Honestly though, they are a fabulous couple and I hope they live happily ever after.

Really Sappy

Totally mushy.

Completely gaga.

If you can get a small garbage can, that would be great. A toilet would do fine as well. I would highly advise that, because I’m quite sure that you will gag/barf if you continue reading.

So, we are approaching our third wedding anniversary this Labor Day weekend. I can’t say that every single day of marriage has been hearts and rainbows, because that is impossible. If anyone claims that, they are liars or actors. BUT, I can say that most days, I feel like we are the luckiest people this side of the Mississippi.

When we met, we were both very different than we are today. It is obvious that you and your partner will change and grow over the course of a longterm relationship. As we change, we meet up again in the middle and decide that we still sorta-kinda like each other. A lot. This is a strange thing to me. The two people in this marriage today are far different from the two people that met 6.25 years ago, yet it still works. And it feels like it is getting better.

I am sorry, this is reeeeaaalllly mushy. Are you dry heaving?

I hope that as we get older, and become new versions of ourselves over and over again, that we still continue to re-bond as a couple. We are doing pretty well so far. And I just can’t get enough Justin right now.

Like I said, I just feel lucky.

Do not barf in the lucky penny wishing pool.

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Love Love Love

Please refrain from eating this. I know it is delicious and awesome. Get your own.

Please refrain from eating this. I know it looks delicious and awesome. Get your own, because I am in love with this one.

Ice tea is sweating in the sun. I am not. I love the bright burst of jeweled light at the bottom of a sunny patio beverage.

Iced tea is sweating in the sun. I'm not. I love the bright burst of jeweled light at the bottom of a sunny patio beverage.

And sprouts. I love sprouts. Piled them high on a sandwich with fresh home-grown tomatoes and spicey mustard and I will love you forever.

And sprouts. I love sprouts. Piled them high on a sandwich with fresh home-grown tomatoes and spicy mustard and I will love you forever.

And buffalos! Love them. They also seem to love themselves. Love for all.

And buffaloes! Love 'em. They also seem to love themselves. Love for all.

Firework leftovers! Less love for these. And the people that just kind of left them on the ground. I guess the love affair was short lived. "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume."

Less love for these. And the people that just left them on the ground. I guess their love affair was short lived. "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume."

Don't know what this is but I love it.

Don't know what this is but I love it.

George's Iceream and Sweets on Clark. It is a new place that is a welcome addition to the Andersonville strip. Who doesn't like icecream shops that also serve Illy coffee and are nicely decorated? And the logo of the little red guy on the barstool with a double scoop? Love him.

George's Ice Cream and Sweets on Clark. It's a welcome addition to the Andersonville strip. Who doesn't like ice cream shops that also serve Illy coffee and are nicely decorated? And the logo of the little red guy on the bar stool with a double scoop and poo-shaped hat? Love him.

Am I over posting flower and foliage shots since it isn't spring anymore? No, I still have mega foliage love.

Am I over posting flower and foliage shots since it isn't spring anymore? No, I still have mega foliage love.

Excuse me while I make-out with any flower that is attached to a curly vine clinging to a fence. Just wake past and ignore us, please. We are in love. There is just something about climbing vines that gets to me.

Excuse me while I make-out with any flower that is attached to a curly vine clinging to a fence. Just walk past and ignore us, please. We are in love. There is just something about climbing vines that gets to me.

Just in case you were counting the amount of times I used the word love, you are correct with your tally of 354677324. I’m just excited that it really feels like summer. At least for today. Lightning bugs are blinking right outside my window, but I don’t have a tripod yet so there aren’t any photos to mark this happy occasion. I might go set the camera on the front steps to steady it and see what happens. Likely, all you would see is a really long exposure of nighttime grass with a smattering of dead patches from all the dog pee.

Some of the photos posted above are from our neighborhood scouting in Rogers Park. It has it’s good spots. But it is safe to say that I would be megapleased if we could someday buy a place in the Andersonville/Ravenswood/Lincoln Square area.

Today, I told Justin that sometimes I feel like a crazy person with no plan. So many things about our life are up in the air at the moment—waiting in limbo until law school ends. Since he was some kind of monk in one of his many past lives, his wise response was

“no one ever knows what will happen.”

Hmmm. Damn it, he is right.

Patience is a virtue that I am still working on. I think I might be working on it for my whole life. The next year or two will be very exciting and confusing times. He will be graduating and we will find out if we can stay in Chicago or if we are moving elsewhere. My fingers are crossed for Chicago, but I am learning to have an open mind about other possibilities. As the end of school comes into sight, I find myself giddy, thrilled, nervous, and also trying to plan for a life that I cannot yet predict. Have you ever read a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book? That about sums it up, only I can’t cheat and flip ahead to read all the options and outcomes.

I need to work on becoming more like a monk and less like a kitten on catnip that wants to lick the butter you left out on the counter when you were making muffins.

Deep breaths.

And lots of love.

Megabad

Everyone seems pissed off or out-of-it lately. I am hoping that will all change when the weather improves.

The soaking-wet-steamy-bus-caught-in-traffic-late train-soaked jeans-wet floor-broken shoes-dark skies commute sent me into a funk. I thought the funk would leave once I arrived home and changed into warm pajamas. No luck. My mind not only held onto the funk, but then spiraled further into a dark cloud of stormy thoughts. Bad Thoughts invited Bad Attitude to play, and soon Pitiful and Bitchy showed up.

This is when I decided to stay mute for the night, because any vocalization of these thoughts would be ridiculous and regretful. I also decided not to type anything beyond a really hateful Facebook status and then went to bed. At 8 p.m.

During this mega-angry, mega-silent tornado, Justin’s highly-tuned wife radar told him to lay low. He quietly emptied the garbage, finished the laundry, did the dishes, and cooked the dinner that he found half-started on the kitchen counter (when I found out the meat wasn’t thawed I just walked away mid-preparation.) He even brought me a glass of wine to the bedside table…even though I didn’t touch it and only offered up a childish “Murp” as a thanks.

A few months ago, my coworker and blog buddy Alma, sent me a link to a list of things that a person should enjoy and appreciate while they are living the child-free lifestyle…like naps, personal sick days, and having a hangover. I am adding last night to that list. Because I’m pretty sure that kind of behavior will not fly when we decide to expand our family beyond just a couple of fatty cats and figurines of forest critters.

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Family Time

The scene: Husband, wife and Porpus lounge on the couch together. Wife’s head is rested on husband’s shoulder. Porp is being cuddled.

Wife: “You’re my best friend.”

Husband: “Aww, you’re my best friend, too.”

Wife: “I was talking to Porpus.”

I’m Thirsty

Things I shouldn’t do to Justin:

  • Instead of asking if I can have a drink of water, I say “I’m thirsty.” It is assumed that water will be delivered shortly after.
  • Instead of asking if the garbage can be taken out, sometimes I just state that “It smells.” I can’t remember the last time I took out the garbage. Maybe a couple years ago when he was away at Oxford for awhile??
  • I’m cold.” Usually involves blanket rearranging, feet sitting on, frozen hands warmed via belly heat. Not nice.
  • Complain when all the lights are on in the house when I get home late. This is because he doesn’t want me to trip and fall in the dark when I enter the house. I am stupid sometimes.
  • Delegate any bedtime Schween nuzzing to him, even though he is allergic to her poisonous face/nose wetness and breaks out in a Schween rash. I mean really?
  • Elbow him in his sleep if he is sick and happens to be snoring because of it. I would be so mad if someone elbowed me.

So clearly, I am not that awesome sometimes. I’m really painting a picture of my evil self, but I assure you that I am capable of daily niceties as well (right, Justin??). Anyway, the moral of the story is that Justin takes care of me and my often silly needs. I am glad that he can put up with my freezing hands/feet and never-ending thirst. And still love me enough to take punches in the middle of the night and then go to sleep next to me the next evening.

Wonderful Husband/Foot Warmer. <3

Wonderful Husband/Foot Warmer. <3

Woot!

Being married can be very exciting. Seriously. Wait…hey..where are you going? Are you going to d-listed or Perez instead? Checking Facebook statuses? Bah. Fine, go.

One of the bonuses to having a partner in life, is that my life isn’t the single point in the universe. There are at least two points now. When life partner “A” is down, “B” may be having a triumph. Things seem to balance out.

When I think of my own road in life, besides picturing the path on the gameboard of Candyland, I see a lot of things to look forward to. Since I married Justin, the lanes have doubled and now there are twice as many exciting destinations. Sorry to extend this metaphor into a paragraph, but here goes. There are certainly potholes, probably a car sick kid in the backseat that has to pee, and sometimes a broken headlight, but I feel like we are heading somewhere great, with some sweet roadside attractions along the way. I will photograph them and post them here in a perpetual slideshow of our trip. Because who doesn’t love sitting though other people’s trip photos. YAY!

What I am getting at, is that my life is richer when it is not just about me. This doesn’t mean I have lost my sense of self…not at all. Sharing in Justin’s wins feel as exciting as my own. I don’t want to brag, BUT Justin is wicked smart. He just found out that he received his 3rd CALI award today! A CALI award means you are the top student in a class and your teacher has recognized you as such. Kind of a big deal I think. The best part is that the classes in which he received these awards were subjects he is very interested in pursuing in his approaching career in law. They are Antitrust, Contracts, and LARC…which is a legal writing class or some nightmare of a thing. So YAY again!

Please note the book on the far right of this shelf. I would have say that it accurately describes my idea of reading any more than one page of these:

Hooray for Justin reading these and not me! "Torture"

Hooray for Justin reading these and not me! "Torture"

Doot do do. La la lala la.

Doot do do. La la lala la.