We just got back from my cousin Matt's wedding in Chicago. It was interesting, watching them pledge to love each in sickness and in health (yada yada). Even though I know they both sincerely meant those words and will do their very best to honor them, everyone knows (everyone with kids that is) that all bets are off when the kids come along.
Really, there should be a wedding vows upgrade that happens when you leave the hospital with Baby #1. The new vows should read something like "I promise to love, honor, and cherish you a moderate amount during the hours of 7am to 9pm, and will try not to nag or otherwise browbeat you. However, I will not be held responsible for anything said after lights-out, and am entitled to hate your everliving guts if you say one more thing about how I don't load the dishwasher right, or how 18.5 months of MY rocking the baby every SINGLE night are somehow cancelled out by YOUR rocking the baby at night for one week."
Well, it's a suggestion, anyway.
This weekend, we're going to Adam's annual Christmas office party in Raleigh, which I'm really looking forward to. I'll let you know how it goes....
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