Moving is stressful.
Moving is painful.
Moving is a test to the newlywed glow.
The saying, "whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger," was written by someone who just moved.
When Mr. Spice and I first moved in together, there were a couple days where I seriously questioned what the hell we were doing. Somewhere along the line I realized it wasn't our relationship that sucked- it was moving that sucked.
Two years later and a wedding in between, I no longer question my relationship with Mr. Spice, but I do question my sanity. WE are the spiting image of male vs. female.
I wanted luxurious silk curtains in the bedroom, while he wanted something darker and more natural.
I wanted to spend money on pillows and accessories, and he wanted to upgrade the bathroom fixtures.
He wants a large book case with doors to hide his 'stuff,' and I want to showcase everything we have.
I want simple flatware, he wants the stuff with the most design on it.
In the end, it's the last one that got me to break down in Bloomingdales. Yes, I threw a tantrum in Bloomingdales over flatware. I am that girl, that crazy lady, that Wife that seems like she must have everything she wants.
But really, I was exhausted from the move; I had found something I liked; and I decided that I wasn't in the mood for compromise.
I admit- it was all my fault. But after purchasing the curtains I still am not too sure about, spending $80 on a new shower head and shower caddy that he liked, I wanted something that I liked. Luckily, he saw the gleam in my eye, knew the store was closing, and acquiesced to my choice.
So this morning, I drank my coffee and ate my cereal with our (scratch that) my new spoon and thoroughly enjoyed every second.
I'll never know if he likes them, but they bring me joy, and have brought back a bit of our newlywed bliss that had gotten lost in the shuffle.
Anyone else suffer from post move stress??