Stay-At-Home Wife

I currently am experiencing the unique pleasure of being a stay-at-home wife.(Jesse here. I'm also enjoying some of the benefits of a wife who stays at home. Husbaughts, as always, in red.) While I am thoroughly enjoying sleeping in, watching TV, and actually doing things around the house, I find myself putting strange things on my to-do list such as:

Fill hubby's (That's me.) water bottle and put it in the fridge

Eat lunch

Make bed

Really, who has to think about those things!? (Well, the Nutty Professor comes to mind. You're in good company cuz he's, like, a professor!) I may or may not be starting to lose my mind! Speaking of losing my mind: Just the other morning I cooked myself oatmeal thinking that would be a good healthy start to my day. It would have been, had I not completely forgotten about it! It was still nearly warm by the time I remembered but it just goes to show that if I don't put "eat breakfast" on my list it very well may not happen!

I happened to notice the lonely oatmeal sitting solitary on the stove (ALLITERATION), but having been trained by my wife to defer to her superior judgement in all things I assumed she was aware. Oh how the mighty have fallen. No longer is absent-mindedness the sole domain of the husband. Things like forgetting to don a tie or belt before going to church, or pouring myself a glass of juice only to find it untouched in the kitchen two days later are now found in the glad company of a few choice yet insignificant and endearing shortcomings of the wife. (RUN-ON SENTENCE) And yes, I appear to be lending grammatical commentary TO MY COMMENTARY. Deal with it.

At work I used to have a "handy, dandy notebook" where I kept track of all my tasks for the day. The guys I worked with would tell me specifically to write things in my magic notebook because somehow those things always got done. I took great pride in knowing I had found a system that helped me accomplish everything I needed to do and also made me appear awesome. I have since discovered that I have to keep a notebook with my daily to-dos at home as well for a few reasons:

1. I need something to keep me focused during the day or I may just lounge about and watch a whole season of Saved by the Bell on Netflix.

2. It helps me remember what I do all day so if Jesse doesn't happen to notice, I can slyly bring it up

3. To keep my spelling and penmanship up.

It's a strange phenomenon going from a working woman and full time student to not having a care in the world. Let's just say words such as "vacuum" quickly become difficult to spell! And forget all those years of trying to write "cute." That has gone right out the window!

It took me a couple of passes, but I think my wife means "trying to write cutely" or "in a hand which might be considered to be cute." Since I'm agnostic to whether or not the word "cute" can be correctly adverbialized, I'll allow this husbaught to clarify the point. Back to the story:

I am trying to adjust as I trade in my high heels, dress slacks, financial knowledge, and office environment for  sweatpants, cooking, sewing, vacuuming, organizing, and decorating. These days I sometimes shower and get all dolled up just to walk the tenth of a mile to get the mail since that is often my big outing for the day! 

I have also traded in a large group of human friends for many inanimate friends.

My vacuum (Hank) which keeps me company at least twice a week.

 My clorox wipes (Judith). Honestly how can you live without them?

My trusty tool kit (Blaze of Glory the First) which helps me assemble bookshelves, hang pictures on the wall, and makes me look tough.

  My sewing machine (Sally) that is trying to make its owner look cool despite the owner having very limited skills.

And of course my hot glue gun (Dirty Harry). 

For when things get serious.

As much as I love living the old lady life of "tinkering" around our apartment, hopefully I can find a job soon!

Obsession

I cleaned out some of my purses the other day and this is what I found.

 I'd be lying if I said I don't have an obsession!

Graduation

{April 27, 2012}

After 6 long years of school I am finally done!

Bachelors of Science in Nursing.

I'm officially an educated women.

(Jesse here. Don't worry. Despite my wife's hifalutin' edumacashun I'll always be her proof-reader and have made her aware of the delicious irony inherent to calling herself "an educated women." AKA Jesse pointed it out laughing hysterically and will never let me live it down. But in my defense, English never was my best subject nor does it say I'm getting a Bachelors in English.

(Husband thoughts [Husbaughts] in red.)

This semester was a beast so I was unbelievably happy when it ended.

Not only did I have many hours of volunteer service to complete, a senior paper to write, a portfolio to compile, many tests to take, presentations to present, and group projects to do.... We also decided it would be a good idea to pack up and clean our apartment, move 1200 miles away, and leave my man there for two months! 

Probably not the best plan but you do what you gotta do! 

Since some have called me long winded (mom), I'm going to stop talking and here is my graduation day in pictures. (With husbaughts interjected)

 The following picture was snapped with split-second timing by the non-photog husband between the milling masses of the recently-liberated graduates filing past me. Imagine threading a needle at warp factor 5. Make it so.

 Privacy, please. This was more for the benefit (or rather long-term psychological detriment) of Danielle's young siblings who were in attendance. Yeah, they hate it when I do that.

 We paid HOW much for this piece of green cardboard?

Danielle has a fascination with jumping pictures. Perhaps stemming from an adolescent desire to make manifest blah blah blah blah. She has great legs.

After the ceremony we went out to dinner where some more of my family was able to join us! It was so fun to see everyone there and feel their love and support.

Thanks to everyone who came!

And of course we'd hate to make it through a full post without some ridiculous picture of Jesse...

I'm just giving the people what they want.

Jesse's Final Thoughts: Looking back on the events of the day amid the hustle and bustle of family, friends, and frivolity, it's easy to lose sight of the great accomplishment we were witness to that afternoon. I mean, seriously. Golden Corral's rolls are amazing, and I live for the opportunity to have pizza, Chinese food, and mashed potatoes on my plate at the same time. It's a wonderful restaurant.

Jesse came back!

As usual I'm behind the times so I'm going to play a little catch-up.

{April 26, 2012}

April 26 had become a much anticipated day. It was my last day of work and the day my sweetheart came back to Utah to celebrate my graduation and take me back to Texas with him. I could hardly wait!

I kept myself plenty occupied at work and left rather late since I had to wrap up any and all loose ends before I left. I then went back to Jesse's parents house to freshen up a bit and find out where on earth the Provo Airport was located. 

I was greeted by two of Jesse's sisters, his parents, and a question of "Do you guys have any big plans tonight because I need help moving a fridge!"

Hahaha! Our only official plans included not leaving one another's sight, and maybe some kisses.... or a lot of kisses. :) But I decided there should be room to include a fridge move. So we all hopped into a couple of cars and headed to the airport. 

When we arrived, I wasn't sure where he'd be so I stood there looking lost until my handsome husband showed up and wrapped me in his arms. A hug had never felt so good. We then kissed until we heard shouts from the car, "ENOUGH!" (But let's be honest, we hadn't seen each other in two full months. We had to make up for lost time!)

 And then our caravan was off to Pleasant Grove to pick up a fridge. 

Good thing I decided to share my husband's muscles for the time being. He was quite instrumental in the move.

After everything was said and done with the fridge we headed back to Jesse's parents house where we met his other sister. We had all sorts of fun sitting around talking, laughing, watching YouTube videos, touching my SIL's pregnant belly, and telling (or in my case, listening to) inside jokes.

As it would turn out, I'm not the only person who missed my cute husband. He really lights up the room with his upbeat personality and sense of humor. I am SO happy to have him back!