On my way to the show last weekend, I was reflecting on what an absolute mess my life is. I don't necessarily mean that in a bad way, but it totally is. My apartment is always cluttered, my clothes are always wrinkled, I'm constantly going back and forth on where I want to live, what I want to do, and who I want to be there. I am late all the time and can't seem to get to sleep most nights, even if I'm exhausted. Oh and I never do anything until the last minute... or later :-/
All of my conclusions were confirmed when I got to the theatre and Caitlin said "I like that you're wearing two different shoes..." No. It can't be. I looked down and, yes, there it was. I only managed to put on one of my intended flip-flops (the houndstooth ones with a red lining). The other is plain old turquoise. Turquoise! What is wrong with me??
So there I sat with my mismatched shoes, frizzy hair, and black dress covered in cat and dog hair. And I'm okay with that. For the record, the shoe thing never would have happened if Rush weren't in Tuscaloosa at the time. He usually puts my shoes right by the door for me :) He also would have driven me if I needed him to so I could fix my hair on the way. He even seems to be able to wield the lint roller more effectively when Luna and Schnitzel sabotage my outfits.
That's not to say I'm all put-together when my husband is home. We're not that "perfect compliment" to each other where he cleans up after me and I have some positive trait to counter-balance his short comings. Nope. We bumble through our lives and our relationship. He makes me so incredibly angry sometimes and I drive him absolutely mad most of the time. But the laughter and the support (and the kisses) make up for all the rest.
I know we're young and barely-married, but we've been through enough hell to give me a little perspective. And I'm not sure I believe there's such a thing as two people who magically cancel out their faults. The things that's so special about love is that you learn to live with them.