A New Adventure Begins

I like to look at my life like it's a series of different little adventures. Maybe it's because an "adventure" seems more thrilling and exciting rather than an "obligation" or "life progression" even. I guess by placing the label of "adventure" on to something it makes me excited and giddy and ready for something new. So instead of embracing a life change as just a life change, I am embracing it with the ferocity that one would have if they were climbing the side of a mountain or white water rafting... well... at least I'd like to think of it that way. So my new "adventure" you ask.... moving in with my boyfriend. Wow.... I must tell you that I have never lived with a boyfriend before, so that in itself is bound to be as challenging as climbing the side of that damn mountain or white water rafting...LOL

Today marks the day that Michael will "officially" be moving into my house. We've been an "official" couple going on... let's say... 11 months now?? I think it's somewhere around there... Anyways, so we're just short of a year in the relationship department and we're taking that next "big step". It's going to be real interesting because, I've never lived with a significant other before AND it's been a good 10 years or so since Michael last lived with a significant other, so I guess you could say it's probably going to take some adjustment.... strike that... ALOT of adjustment.

We had a little bit of practice in the whole "living together" department, although... it didn't exactly pan out how'd I thought it would. Michael was living in Lake Elizabeth and working in Lancaster, so that is about an hour and 40 minutes away from me. When we got together, he would just start staying with me on the weekends from Thursday night sometimes till Monday morning, and then an occasional weeknight, depending on his work load. It all started off well to be honest with you. I'd come home on Monday nights after work and see that he had left that morning after making the bed, and leaving me a little gooshy lovey dovey note about how much he was going to miss me during the week. Cute right? I thought so! Then the relationship progressed and as a wonderful girlfriend I was, I offered to take some pressure and weight off his shoulders, by just telling him to leave his laundry at my house during the week and I'd wash it for him, so he wouldn't have to spend an entire night at home doing all his laundry... Sweet right? Again.. I thought so! So as time progressed a little more I'd come home on Monday nights to the bed not being made, but yet still a sweet little note telling me how much he was going to miss me... Ok.. So I guess that makes up for the unmade bed and the few shirts and pants he left for me in a pile on the floor... Afterall... I was the one who offered to take on the domestic task. So the relationship progressed a little bit more and I'd come home on a Monday night to find the unmade bed, no lovey dovey note and his dirty clothes spread all over my entire bedroom and I was finding myself doing laundry EVERY night of the week with my stuff along with his stuff.... THEN.. the breaking point... he comes to my house one night, pulls a shirt out of the closet that *I* washed and *I* hung up in *MY* closet for *HIM* and *HE* has the audacity to say, "What happened to this shirt, it's all wrinkled, I don't like the way you do my laundry!" I was effin FURIOUS!!!!!!!

I hate laundry, despise it actually, if I had the money and could afford to just go buy new clothes everyday as opposed washing the existing ones, I'd do it in a heartbeat. The whole process of sorting, washer, dryer, taking them out of the dryer so they don't wrinkle, hanging them up and folding them just so you can do it all over again in a day or 2 makes me want to put a gun barrel to my head. In fact, I am prone to waiting to the last possible minute to do my laundry, I'll wear every pair of underwear and every piece of clothing that I have before I break down and actually do the laundry. That usually results in overly filled loads that prompt my washing machine to start making funny noises and dancing out of it's spot in the little laundry closet, in fact it's so bad that my cat will sit at the back sliding glass window with her ears pinned back, I think she thinks that one of these days that sucker is going to break through the wall. Anyways, because I hate laundry so much, I am notorious for leaving my clothes to sit in the dryer for a day or so, and since my wardrobe consists mainly of clothes whose fabric doesn't wrinkle easily(I do THAT for a reason) I don't really have to be worried about them getting wrinkled. But, enter a man's wardrobe which consists mostly of t-shirts or cotton collared shirts, they are going to get a little wrinkled sitting in that dryer for a while... Ooooopssss..... my bad!

So why, you ask did I offer to be little Miss Suzy Laundry Maid for my boyfriend if I despise it so horribly?? Who freakin knows!!! I was trying to be the sweet and domestic woman who'd do her man's laundry for him to make his life easier.. and it didn't exactly work out. All that was accomplished was that I had grown to developing that twitching jaw every Monday night when I walked into my bedroom to find the array of dirty underwear and stained t-shirts and pants carelessly thrown all over, with my unmade bed that the sheets and pillows are all thrown about, with part of the mattress showing, and no little lovey dovey notes.... Oh my god... I was starting to feel like a married woman... who'd been married for 10 years! So... what do you suppose happened that blessed evening when Michael takes his wrinkled t-shirt out of the closet and points out that he's not happy with my laundry duties??? Well after I ripped the shirt out of his hand and told him where he could stuff it, he started taking his laundry home with him every Monday morning and doing it on his own again.

So, starting tonight, I will be going home to Michael every single night and waking up to him every single morning, so everything in between if going to be a hell of an experience. All kidding aside, I really am looking forward to living with him and learning how to grow even more as a couple, I guess so long as I don't do have to do his laundry, I think we might be just fine.