Happy Anniversary Sweetie…Please Pass Me the Puke Pot
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I did not under any circumstance think I would be taking the time to write a blog post today… it is, after all, my husband and my 11th wedding anniversary.
Luckily, we had the opportunity to steal away to Boston a couple of weeks ago and celebrate then…
…because today is one of the least (and oddly, most) romantic ways to spend an anniversary.
The least romantic version
I’m going to keep it short and sweet and as void as details as I think you can stomach…
…but the day started around eleven last night with Bennett throwing up every 20 minutes. Now, if you know anything about my oldest son, he is a vibrant little pulsing ball of energy. He talks, constantly… he moves…constantly…
When he is sick, the entire vibe of the house feels…sad. He is currently lying next to me in bed, fast asleep. Angelic as his face may be, this just does not feel right.
And my sweet Dane, the wild child that he is, is currently fast asleep with his butt in the air, and face down on the floor of the homeschool room.
My poor boys.
Okay, that is the unromantic version… but I’m a thoroughbred Pisces and enneagram 4… so I can find the romance in this…
The romantic version
As I was looking around this morning at the faces in my bedroom, most of us piled in the bed…I felt insanely grateful.
I have always found the “boring” everyday ins and outs of marriage incredibly romantic…
…to be known… truly known and loved anyway. To be seen at your worst (I have a mirror that hangs directly across the room from me and all I can see is the ghastly white reflection of my pale, sickly skin in contrast to my dishelved head of dark hair), and he tells you how beautiful you are.
I love that shit.
But this morning as I looked over at Nick, and this little life we created, and the little people we created, I was so happy that it was him I was sitting next to, doing this super messy morning with together.
And realizing that if my choice was this, puke and all, or no “us” at all… I would choose this daily for the rest of my life.
Too much? Pisces generally are :-p But that’s me!
But that’s what’s going on over here today. Nothing much more than that. My entire plan for today is laying in bed, rubbing the backs of my babies as they lean over the toilet, and attempting to drink enough fluids to make my mother proud.
On a side note…
Other random upside to having multiple bodily fluids fall on our bedroom carpet just this morning alone… it has really pushed the timeline up to when we rip this ugly ass carpet up. So, there’s that.
What is the least romantic anniversary you have experienced?
