Abruptly, we have entered the “logistics” phase of marriage. It seems like every encounter between me and Jeremy ends up being a discussion of logistics and planning. OK, who’s going to be home in time to relieve the babysitter, who can cover Thursday’s dental appointment and oh, could you remember to call the realtor and pay the credit card bill and also on Friday, I need to go out to a work dinner, so you’ll need to come home 30 minutes early…
A few weeks ago, we discussed the logistics of getting the mail from the mailbox. Who gets to get it and open it, where to recycle the junk mail, what trays we need to sort the mail – it was a 25 minute discussion on household mail processing. See how exciting being married can be? Call the reality shows.
This is so funny. I wish I was as organized as you two.