'Tis the season

The Hubby and I are in California this week for Christmas. We have bounced back and forth between my mom's house and his parents' house like a damn pinball. I miss our families so, so much, but I do not miss the lack of privacy and I do not miss sleeping in a twin bed. I really like our queen size back at home, thank you very much.

While we are no Griswold family, we are a "jolly bunch of assholes" and there are always those cliched family holiday moments to chew over and savor. My favorite was being asked when my family can expect a baby from us. First, let me just say that I always want to laugh when I get asked this question. Second, Brandon and I are no where near ready to have babies; we don't want the responsibility and we don't have the money. Third, we want to be by ourselves for a few years and I am going back to school to get an AA in Paralegal Studies (I have a BA in History, but I can't do much with it in BFE, Arizona). Who wants to take care of a baby while trying to take college classes? In addition to every thing else? Not me.

Anyway, I digress. This Christmas has been one of the best of my life. I whole heartily believe it is in large part because of my husband. Spending our first married Christmas together has been a delight; I can't remember the last time I was so excited for this holiday. I even had my own tree to decorate and that was such a fun experience (and I'm sure I will loath taking it all down because... I'm really fucking lazy). Now that it's almost over, I can't wait for it to be done. This shit is exhausting! How do our parents do it? I need nap.

Merry Christmas!

Adulthood.

I lived with my mom till I was twenty-six years old. It. Was. Awesome. Why did I move out? Because I got hitched and my honey's job was in a different state.

Flash forward eight months. I am a bigger baby now then when my mom cooked me dinner every night. Being an "adult" is fucking hard. It's one of those situations (more like a permanent state of being) that you never thought would be as hard as it is; like college without the permanence.

I love, love, love being married, but now that I am here, I'm finding that I am grossly under qualified for my new-ish role. Lucky for me, my husband is disgustingly understanding of my wifely shortcomings. More about him later.

I am slowly filling in the gaps and cultivating news skills. Moving away from home was more difficult than I ever thought it would be, and though I've had multiple mini meltdowns, I am beginning to figure out what kind of adult I want to be.

So, here goes nothing. Adulthood, here I come.