Will and I got in the dumbest tiff this weekend.

Actually, I’m not even sure it was even that.

I don’t really know what it was.

It was more me getting worked up about an “issue” and Will just getting annoyed. I’m sure after I write everything out you will be thinking I’m off my rocker and totally strange to obsess over something so unimportant, but I’m going to press on and write it anyway.

If I look like a crazy person that can’t do anything on my own, well… as hard as I’m going to try to avoid that image, so be it. I don’t think there’s any way I can write this without looking that way, but please know I am a “big girl” and can do things on my own, even if it doesn’t appear that way in this post(because it is a really stupid thing)… okay, on with the story.

Wednesday night I conked out (as usual) early. I knew I was tired because I fell asleep while we were watching our boxset (as if you even have to wonder what boxset we were watching). After I woke up, Will and I were getting ready for bed and were talking about Thursday’s gameplan. He had to work a little that morning, but was going to bring me along. He wasn’t even officially working, he was taking people to work and picking them up that night.

We were making plans, and he thought it would be fun to go to breakfast on post since we can’t eat anywhere in the city.  There’s nothing more romantic that eating breakfast at the military mess hall with your husband. It brings me back to elementary school cafeteria days. J For some reason I thought that would be so much fun. Oh the little things that thrill me. We would have to get up at 3:45 to get everyone, so I was thinking that we would make the morning a lazy day.

In my women’s mind I was thinking going totally comfy since that was all were doing- dropping people off and eating breakfast at the mess hall- a real “fancy” place(ha). I thought I would wear my cozy pants and a t-shirt and Will would throw on his mesh shorts and a hat- showering being totally optional.

“We’ll be all cozy and basically go in our jammies and eat a yummy breakfast and then come home and be full and snuggly and go back to sleep!”

Of course, that was my woman’s mind thinking.

“No, babe, I was thinking about going ahead and wearing jeans and getting ready.”

Okay- most normal women would have just left it at that, but for some reason, be it the fact that I needed sleep, or I‘m just really strange about things like this (probably a little of both)- I got all worked up.

In an annoying whiney voice, “Noooo, please let’s go comfy. That way we can just jump into bed and go back to sleep!”

“ I’m just going to go ahead and wear jeans. You can go comfy if you want to, I know it will be really early.”

Again, I should have just let it be, but I am so strange about that sort of stuff. I feel like if Will is wearing jeans than I have to get myself ready too.Like it’s some unspoken married fashion commandment or something. I don’t want to be all cozy and bummy and him be all normal. Is that totally weird? Probably, but I guess that is yet another one of the quarks I have.

If you are a psych major you’re probably tying to analyze me, but I think I’m overall a normal person(okay, that may be debatable, but work with me here!). The fact is I just want to “match” Will to a point. If he was going to get al dressed up and wear slacks for dinner or something, I wouldn’t want to show up in my gray sweatpants. I would feel underdressed.  That is how I felt about him getting ready and my not Thursday.

This is going to sound totally dorky- but it wouldn’t seem as fun for me just to bum and eat breakfat at 5:00 in the morning when Will is all shaved and ready to run a million errands. I’m ready to jump back into bed, Will is ready to tackle day.

So, we had a 10 minute discussion on why I had, “to freaking get ready now” just because Will was.  Looking back, now that I’m typing this out, it seems silly and I feel a little embarrassed- I promise the argument sounded better in my mind- but it is something I do a lot. I know Will had to be annoyed at the whole conversation because I complained and grumbled for five minutes AFTER the initial ten minute conversation.

“It’s a scary place in a women’s mind,” Will says.

He’s right.

So, I ended up getting ready at 3:45 on Thursday… and then we didn’t even have breakfast. Grr! I so should have just done what I wanted, but for some reason as I’ve said a million times already I don’t like to bum when we’re out unless I know Will is too.

Okay, I know that’s weird. I may as well come clean with another weird thing I do along those lines while I’m at it. I absolutely HAVE to know what Will is ordering when we go to a restaurant. I don’t know why, but I do. Before I can make my decision, I always let out a ,

“So, what are you getting?”

I don’t know if I do it out of habit, or if I genuinely want to know what he is eating, but I do that each and every time we go out. He could be ordering something I have absolutely no interest in ordering for myself but I still just want to know. Like it is going to give me some ordering power or something. I have no idea why I do that.  Meanwhile, I have a list of eight things I’m considering and trying to make my decision- which I am terrible at. Why would I ask what he is getting when I have 33 things in front of me that I can’t even decide on- isn’t that just adding a 34th? I’m probably making myself sound totally crazy, but I promise I’m not as loopy as you think. 

So now I feel totally goofy that I actually put my thoughts on the internet, but I’m going to go ahead and post it anyway.  I figure since it’s the weekend I’m a little safer from being called a complete weirdo from the weekday crowd. I know you weekend nesties will be nice.

I tried to keep it short, but I don’t think I was successful. Oh well.

Hope you guys are having a GREAT weekend. I’m jealous that you have a day off today as I’m still at work. enjoy it for me.

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I have to post one last Fred and Ethel update just because it was pretty funny.

Today my friend and I were driving to work and having a good time and then it gets quiet and Ethel asks, “So, does your husband hate us now and are you never going to go out with us?”

I busted up laughing.

“You know!?”

“Yeah. My husband told me that night.  I wasn’t sure if Will told you so I kept quiet.”

“Yeah, Will told me too. I had a good laugh. I have to be honest, he is sort of sensitive about the whole thing. I wouldn’t count on a double date for a while, but we should have a girl’s day.”

She totally understood. We had a really good conversation about it and had a good, somewhat awkward laugh.

At least its out there now!

That’s all for now. I better go before you commit me for my craziness!