Honeymoon is Over

In two days David and I will celebrate our eigth anniversary. And the honeymoon is over, as evidinced by our little conversation this afternoon. We were in separate parts of the house doing our own things, me going through pictures on the computer and David rummaging around in the basement. I passed the steps and called down, "Do you need help?" "No!" I heard, so went on my way, back to the computer, with Eli sitting on the floor next to me. As I worked on whatever thing I was doing at the moment I heard a loud noise come out of Eli and looked at him to see that he was also looking around, also a little startled by the noise. Guess I'd better change him, I thought, and scooped him up. When I went into the other room I found David with crib pieces all around him, in the process of constructing the crib for the third time in our lives. "Do you need help?" I again asked. "Nope!" Fine.

Then I laid the baby on the changing table and discovered the front of my shirt was full of s.... stuff. I immediately started groaning and loudly complaining about my lot in life, how awful everything was and wouldn't it be nice to have some help? OOOHHHH poor me, I groaned. The s.... STUFF was all over Eli's leg, and then he waved his arms around and it was on his hand and arm, and then his hand headed toward his face... "NO!" I nearly shouted, grabbing his arm and now MY hand was... well, you get the idea. So as I attempted to undress him without spreading the mess any further I continued my moaning, which was met with smiles from the baby and complete indifference from my wonderful husband. "I asked YOU if YOU needed help," I prompted. "And I said no thanks," he replied. He wouldn't ask me if I wanted help. "Oh I don't want my beautiful wife to get her hands dirty, surely I'll rush to her side to offer my assistance!" I said to him. He wouldn't budge, he was busy with the tools. He had the nerve to make some comment about being busy with a man's work. "This is all going in the blog," I warned, but he kept up with his little comments and excuses why he wouldn't help me. "I turned down your help, I know you'd turn me down so I don't even need to ask if you want my help," he said.

Finally I had the baby undressed and took him to the bathroom to hose him off. Finally I escaped my husband's indifference and went off to laugh about the whole thing while E splashed around in the water. Honeymoon's over, I thought to myself, but somehow this feels like just the beginning. I guess eight years is a long time but its flown by, it somehow feels like just the beginning of our story, there's so much more to come. And if we can laugh off a mess like the one we had tonight, well, we'll be ok for the years to come, right?

P.S. Thanks, David, for setting up the crib (aka Baby Cage, according to Shelly). We'll get that baby out of our bed soon, or eventually!