poka bean

home sweet home

It's SO good to be home. Staying in a really pretty house with all the lavish amenities we do not enjoy in our own place was nice and all but by Day 2 we were already ready to move back into our own space.

It's amazing how quickly we've adjusted to living on top of each other in our tiny place. The first morning we woke up in our friends' house this past week I was stricken with the saddest puppydog face you can imagine and instantly said to Jon, WHERE WERE YOU ALL NIGHT? Their bed was HUGE in comparison to ours and he was so far away from me that quite frankly I'm not entirely sure he was even in the bed at all. Cuddling is BY FAR the best part of marriage and the California King does not lend itself well to The Cuddle. We are sticking with the queen-size bed for awhile. For sure.

Later that morning we realized we were both really grouchy not only because we had been geographically separated for so long but because it had taken us so much longer to get ready. On account of all THE WALKING. There is so much walking BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH when you don't live in a tiny space. In our studio, I have but to pivot on one foot to have every article of clothing, toiletry, cleaning supply, grocery, linen closet item, dvd, book, and cd that we own within my reach. Of course, I do have abnormally long arms, but still.

When we moved back home today, though, I was so inspired by the deep down cleanliness of the house we'd been staying in that a major cleaning and organization binge was inevitable. And the first order of business was to put on our bed skirt...something Jon didn't even know existed when he moved our bed in a few months ago all by himself and thus it has sat forlorn in the corner for many moons as I am not brawny enough to lift our matress and put it on by myself. I have been begging him for three months now to please help me put the bedskirt on because I cannot STAND to look at all that crap we have stored under our bed anymore but somehow the bedskirt task has been avoided repeatedly. So at last we put it on and you would've thought Jesus had returned by the way I was REJOICING and seeing bright lights and hearing angelic music but alas, Jon did not share my joy. He "doesn't get it." What's not to get? How can that eyesore of a junk collection beneath our bed not make you want to claw your face off with your own fingernails and then feed it to the dog? What part of finally covering it up with a lovely and nicely pressed piece of white cotton so that we can now trick the world into thinking we are clean, tidy, non-junk hoarding people does NOT make you want to jump up and down and squeal like a schoolgirl?

Men. Seriously! I do NOT get them.

Nonetheless, I ought to wrap this up. It's time for ice cream and a movie and then we've got to go to bed. We have a week's worth of cuddling to make up for so obviously, we have our work cut out for us.

Posted by Poka Bean at 7:51 PM