Life... on a Monday

Ok... so life hit me yesterday. Not in a bad way just in a 'OMG' kind of way. I had this happen right after William proposed. When he and I first started talking I thought he was cute, attractive and sweet... blah blah whatever. Never in my life did I think it would end up in marriage. My 'OMG' moment was when he proposed and I took a step back and realized, 'Wow I am really going to marry WILL MCEACHERN!!'. Not that it was a bad thing, just a WOW thing. Back in elementary or middle school we weren't the best of friends or even the worst of friends. Just kind of indifferent of each other. He had a nickname for me... it wasn't nice, whatever. That was his way of showing me he liked me. He has changed since then so I don't hold it against him.

My 'OMG' moment yesterday was when a friend from middle school had announced that she was marrying someone else from our middle school. I guess where I'm going with this is, I never saw it coming that William and I would get married, and I never saw it coming that the two of them would be getting married. This guy hung around our group but I never even heard him talk, so seeing him date a girl is just totally weird. I'm completely happy for the two of them don't get me wrong, I just never saw it coming. Didn't even know they were that serious. Oh well, like I told her last night, 'Where is my time machine, past selves just wouldn't believe it!'

And again today, William and I are back at the arguing. Well it started yesterday. I don't have a clue as to what our problems are but we can't seem to get the hell over it. He is helping me around the house more, but I'm still not getting my 'Mommy break', and I'm still staying just as stressed out as ever trying to keep this house together. I told him yesterday, trying to be the 1940s housewife is literally killing me. I'm not a multi-tasker, so juggling Noah and dinner doesn't work for me. I really just wish he would chip in some more. Like when I'm cooking dinner, PLEASE play with Noah. Or when I wash the clothes, help me fold them. I've had more seizures in the last 6 months than I've had in the last 2 years of Noah's life. Lord please help me...