Why changing the duvet cover is everyone's least favorite chore.

I hate Charlie. And his horse.

Ever wake up in the middle of the night with a charlie horse? You know, that excruciating type of cramp in your calf? This has happened to me from time to time. Usually it can be massaged away, or simply stood on to stretch the muscle out.

This is all well and good. Then one gets married. And a simple leg cramp becomes embarrassing and traumatic for two.

I woke up at six this morning with the most painful leg cramp that I can recall. As soon as I awoke, I began hollering, "Ouch! Ouch Ouch!" I threw back the covers and jumped to my feet. Unfortunately, the muscle was a bit tenser than I realized, and rather than my foot bending, it simply locked and gave way under my weight. I fell to the floor and landed on my tailbone which only made me holler all the louder.

Then my poor husband woke up. He sat up, looking panicked, and discovered me sitting on the floor wailing in pain and still trying to stand on my bum leg. He pulled me back up into the bed and began to comfort me from whatever awful thing had just happened. Imagine my shame when all I could utter was..."uh...I had a...leg cramp."

Sheesh.

A Secret

I sometimes listen to Top 40 music when my husband isn't home. Like now.

The Trials and Tribulations of Adulthood

It's my birthday in a week. I'll be 22.

This week, I have managed to fry a keyboard, douse a rug, and soak our futon by spilling a tall glass of water I had just poured.

Last night as I was hanging my blanket over a chair to dry...

Emily: "Taylor, maybe I should get a cup with a lid."
Taylor: "...You mean a sippy cup?"
Emily: "...I prefer 'cup with lid'. "

We proceeded to laugh about it as Taylor continued to mock me, "Why don't they make cups like that for meee? In mature patterns! Excuse me sir, do you have this gunmetal gray?"

Woe is me.

18 Days

Taylor and I have been married now for 18 days. Eighteen! I realize this isn't a milestone day. At least not more of a milestone than day 16 or 17 or even day 19 will be. Nonetheless, the past eighteen days have been more lovely than I could have ever hoped for. And blog-worthy.

I love being married. I realize full well that I have lucked out in the husband department. He's amazing. It's strange to think that we began our adventure together two and half years ago. In some ways I feel like I have known and loved Taylor for my whole life. It even seems as though some of the stresses in our relationship has disappeared since we got married. No more wedding worries. No more strange holding pattern of being almost married, but not.

I love coming through the apartment door and seeing him sitting at the desk. I love coming home for lunch and finding that he has made me a sandwich. I love saying goodnight to him and knowing I'm going to wake up to him. I even love how he steals my pillow when I get out of bed in the morning. Being married, at least for me, means having a soft place to land.

We agreed long before we got married that we wanted our marriage to be a partnership. We both consider ourselves to be "egalitarians." It's simply a fancy word to mean that we believe we're equals. Taylor doesn't have to "bring home the bacon", and I don't have to be waiting at the door in an apron with supper ready. Ironically, we seem to be living out exactly what we believe at this point. I work full-time and Taylor spends his days job hunting and taking care of things in the apartment. He's a "Househusband", as he calls it.

Married life is good. Very good. :)