Two weeks ago, I left my job to work at home with Jesse. We are happy to say that we have survived the first two weeks of being together constantly. We both agree that it is going great. However it did take a bit of getting used to. It is kinda weird to get up in the morning and not have somewhere to go. For the first week or so I felt like I was actually missing that part of my life. As stressful as my work environment had been, it had become such a standard part of me. I think it was either Tuesday or Wednesday of week two that I was really starting to get used to my new normal. We are loving the freedom of being able to set our own schedules. We love the happy and more relaxed vibes in our home.

This past weekend we attended The Art of Marriage seminar given by our church. It was a great weekend. I was a little unsure about how much I would like a seminar that was all on videos, but I think it was done very well. They videos were entertaining while being jam-packed with tons of information. It’s going to take a while to digest all of what we learned. Plus the workbook came with extra reading and exercises for us to work on over the next couple weeks.

I think that our new life schedules will help us tremendously as we continue to build on what we learned this weekend. Not only am I now bringing a happier attitude to our relationship, but I fell like we are truly working as a team. I am relying on him to be our sole incomer, and he is relying on me to play the supporting role that allows him to better accomplish what he needs to get done. It’s a completely different team setup than we had when we were both incomers, and think it is the best setup to help us to reach our full potential together.

It’s Sunday night, right before the big game is about to start.  I am busy in the kitchen cooking food for hungry football watchers.  Jesse so kindly offers if there is anything he can do to help out.  I accept his offer and give him the task of peeling the potatoes for soup and go back to my other recipe.

All is going well until he decides to shove a huge mound of potato peelings down the garbage disposal.  When I notice what he is attempting to do, I suggest that it would be much better if most of the peelings get put in the trash instead.  Jesse thought this was a ridiculous suggestion and proceeded to shove everything down the sink, run the disposal, and then return to the pre-game show.

A couple minutes later, I try to use the sink to wash my next veggies and nothing is draining.  Jesse tells me that he is SURE that this is a coincidence and that it has nothing to do with the potatoes.  Seriously?!

What a perfect time for a small plumbing project!  Jesse gets out a bucket and starts taking taking apart the sink pipes while I step around him continuing to cook my food without use of the sink.

Luckily, the situation was quickly remedied.  The annoying part is that Jesse will not admit that I was right.  He insists that the garbage disposal should have been able to handle the potato, therefore, was not cause the problem.  However, I insist that the entire thing could have been avoided if he had put the stuff in the trash in the first place.

Thanks for your help, honey!