Sunday, April 21, 2013

The moment I can see it...

The other night Gabe and I got into an argument... mostly we were both really frustrated that the puppy decided he didn't like his nails being trimmed and peed all over a favorite quilt, the couch and me.

And as much as I hate fights one thing I like about arguing with Gabe is that about 95% of the time we get constructive feed back from the other person  (the other 5% it is ever apparent that I married the only person on this earth as stubborn as I am).

While we were talking about our frustrations I asked the question "Are we putting effort into our marriage?" 


I have thought about that question a lot today and I think some change is in order... so here are some questions I asked myself and honestly answered.

What are my top  priorities? (in the order I want them to be)
God, my husband, school/work, family and friends, me

What am I currently spending most of my time on? 
I work as much as I can... then there is homework and the paper I am publishing.... then comes my spiritual stuff... then comes Gabe ... the dog... and house cleaning....


I didn't like that answer... at all. What I spend my time on has not been reflecting my priorities. I need to be better. 


What can I do to better free up my time?
Disconnect from the internet more often... recognize my perfectionist tendencies and tone them down a bit... put first things first: read scriptures when I first wake instead of when I am going to bed, make time for exercise,do the dishes before they no longer fit in the sink...

How will I make the most of my time spent with Gabe?

Unplug when we are together, dress up for dates again: not because he cares but because I like who I am more when I have put time into me, be spontaneous again, uhh actually go on dates again...

Sometimes I think it would be really convenient if as humans we had a reset button... but then again I guess that would be all too easy.


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Can you hear the crowd...

**I wrote this a few weeks ago, before I tripped and fell while running with said puppy**

It is 4am... Puppy got stuck behind the dryer in the laundry room so he is cuddled up next to me... on the floor. He loves it, I wonder if it is the best idea. But, I am too tired to care and I refuse to lay on the cement floor of the laundry room. I was googling how to potty train your dog and realized I'm not coherent enough to read right now. It is moments like this when I think "Why did we get a puppy ?" And then he reaches out his little paw and sets it on my arm... and I know.

I was never a dog person, my grandma had a dog, Pepper, and I remember trying to make her fly by standing on my grandparent's bed and dropping her off, watching in horror and she limped off yelping... and then lying about what happened. I was 7... but from then on I wasn't a huge dog person, unless it was Pepper, the dog who never flew.

So when we got this little guy I was a bit surprised by how much he melted my heart. But I love him.