On living with a boy

Since getting married, I've lived with this sweet hunk o' love. I know, he can be really attractive when he wants to be huh? Living with a boy is newsflash! very different from living with a girl/girls. There are some advantages to living with a boy. He cleans up my dirty dishes after I cook, takes out the trash when I ask him, doesn't give into any drama, doesn't create drama for that matter...etc. However, there are some serious disadvantages of living with a boy that I've learned over the past 6 months. And this might be a strange post after my post yesterday, but... I like to keep it real here. Mostly for the benefit of this lovely lady (below), who scoffs at the unreal nature of many blogs : )

Laureeny at her birthday party

So when I first moved out of my parents abode, I went to live with 6 girls in a college apartment style dorm. 6 women living together who are not related is unnatural. End of story. I didn't thoroughly enjoy living with women until my senior year of college when I got to live with 3 others girls, and we had a dishwasher and a washer and dryer in the apartment. It was good times.

Katie and I being ridiculous at Rachel's b-day party

We all got along really well, and enjoyed each others company. Three of the four of us were dating boys who eventually became our husbands, so we also had fairly frequent male company. Which kept things from getting too crazy I think.

Really horrible picture of me with cute Rachel at her b-day party

But at the end of the day, we could all come home and hang out on each others beds and chat about what had happened that day and understand each other because well... we're female. We get where we're coming from. Girls get when I say "I'm having a fat day." They know what to do. When I tell Dapper Dan, he just looks at my like I'm crazy and tells me to stop being an idiot (in a much nicer way I assure you... usually). When I come home from a long day and I'm worn out, other girls seem to know how to react and they know when I shrug to respond to the question "do you want to talk about it?" means yes, but give me a second, just sit with me for a little bit and then I'll start talking. They seem to know intuitively whether I need alone time, or comfort time, they know when to listen and when to talk... we just get it!

J-meezy and I attending a Yankee's game post marriage

It's especially difficult to live with a boy after living with my sweet Julie Mack-a-doodle. As you can tell by the above picture, we're ridiculously in sync (not to be confused with the boy band 'Nsync circa 1995). Sadly we only lived together for 2 months due to my idiocy and fear of change. But we loved it! It was perfect, we got each others moods and when to talk and when not to, we knew how to respond to each other, we knew when we needed more space...etc, etc. Even now, I'll make a comment or get in one of those moods and Dan says, "uh oh, do I need to call Julie?" It was so easy!

I like living with my boo, in some ways it is a lot easier, but in other ways... it would be nice to be able to come home to a girl at the end of the day!