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Valentimes

Valentines Day is crazytown no matter how you look at it.

You are either the cliché who says Valentines Day is for suckers or you’re out there buying candy hearts made out of chalkdust. It’s lose-lose.

I used to be a v-day hater, but I’ve recently switched teams because the other cliché gets me chocolate and presents. Also, I’m trying to be less of a hater these days. You know, for the kids.

Look, we all know the whole thing is a giant conspiracy made up by women to get flowers and presents and a night out. Who cares? We wash your underwear and fold your socks and spend two hours in the kitchen only for you to say “I’m just used to my mom’s lasagna.”

Boys, I know you’re confused. Just listen to your instincts. Chances are we’ve already gone all Inception on you and planted the right idea somewhere in your brain. It went something like “Janie’s husband surprised her last year by taking her dancing.” If you heard a sentence like that, it means DO THAT FOR ME.

Good luck.

PS: I love you, ABizzle. Happy V Day.

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Free Printables (My V-Day Gift To You)

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Brought To You By One Extremely Long Nap (Thanks Waylon)

& Self Proclaimed

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January: Be A Great Wife

January is over which means I can finally talk about what I’ve been trying to accomplish all month and, more importantly, stop being so flipping nice.

But before I talk about what happened, I’ll first address your burning questions and vigorous finger pointing. Like, why is being a great wife on your bucket list and how could you possibly “accomplish” that in one month and what is wrong with you?

When I looked ahead 50 years and thought about what I want to have done before I die, I noticed that all my top priorities had to do with family. Having a good marriage and happy children is far higher on the list than seeing the Brazilian beaches or owning a pig. As I was putting together my 2012 challenge and choosing goals for each month, I considered January and what I would be capable of.

January is a rough month for me. Winter is not my forte and every year I find myself slumping into a hibernative state just to survive the snow-down-the-boots feeling of dark days, darker nights, and having to put on socks. I thought, what if I really focused on my marriage this month; worked on avoiding fights, being selfless, and taking out the trash myself. What if I tried to be the great wife that is on my list? Maybe it would cheer me up. Maybe I would learn something.

In short, I pictured myself baking a lot of Austin’s favorite meals and showering him with praise and adoration each day.

This did not happen.

January Goals

Swallow Sarcasm

Keep The House Clean

Look Nice (brush your hair, woman!)

Act Nice (even if it’s pretend)

Be Nice (say nice things)

January Fears

Unrealistic Goals?

My Kid Is A Monster

I Am Tired

How It Actually Went

There were some successes.

For example:

When he said he didn’t like the potato soup I spent two hours making, I did not cut him.

When he woke the baby up by singing “I wanna be a millionaire,” I did not scream YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE and flee the house.

When he said “I don’t like these green grapes,” I went and bought red grapes.

When he complained there was nothing good to eat in the house, I bought him a hamloaf.

When I really wanted to go to the movies with friends, but he didn’t feel like babysitting, I stayed home without complaining.

When he asked me to go into the glove compartment and look up the fuel tank capacity of the Subaru in the owners manual, I did not pretend not to hear him.

When he did the dishes because otherwise “it would never get done,” I did not stand up on the dining room table and tell him exactly how many times I’ve done the dishes since he started medical school (every time).

It was hard; really, really hard. In fact, one day I was so sick of being nice to him that I almost changed the goal completely. But then an hour later he came home with a vanilla chai from Starbucks, a very uncharacteristic move for Mr. Baer, and I thought, “maybe it’s working.”

Truthfully though, I believe this month was a bust. Not only did I get my special cramp-inducing, hormone-raging friend for the first time in almost two years, we were in a sleep battle with the baby, resulting in frustration and exhaustion for both of us. I snapped, I snarked, and least of all did I keep up with the housework. I did manage to throw on some makeup and put on real clothes every day (a feat in itself), but I’m pretty sure it was overshadowed by the unbelievable amount of wonderful meals I did not make.

Last night I told Austin what my January goal was and he responded exactly how I predicted. He laughed, told me I’m always a great wife, and then pointed out how I’ve been my mean old self all month.

Okay, but I did learn a few things. I learned that dedicating your life to one goal each month is hard, especially if it’s being nice to someone who is specially trained in pushing your buttons (a spouse). I learned that pretending to be nice is just as good as actually being nice, because eventually you forget that you’re pretending. Mostly I learned something again that I already knew before: marriage is hard, especially when you feel like you’re being graded.

“A” for effort, “B” for results, and a toast to better luck next month.

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Did you have a goal for January? How did it go?

Stay tuned to the first and last weekday of every month for more updates on the 2012 Challenge.

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Opposite Day

I love mornings. I love waking up to face the day with a big bowl of organic, free-range lucky charms and a steaming cup of the good stuff. I love the way it makes me feel after a great night of uninterrupted sleep; alive, alert, renewed! I ask myself: What can I do with this day!

Usually I start by making a list. A color coordinated list. Then I slip on my skinny jeans, Anthropologie shirt, and get down to business. I tackle the housework, wash the baby’s smelly parts, practice the piano, iron and fold the laundry, and reorganize my kitchen cupboards.

Lunch is a no brainer. I eat a banana and the baby eats the same. We sit and smile at each other. He never cries.

Once he’s down for his daily three hour afternoon nap, I get out my yoga mat and do whatever you’re supposed to do on a yoga mat. I thoughtfully answer emails, work on my book, pay the bills, knit… Sometimes I allow myself to read in my spare time; since I’m a stay-at-home mom, I have a lot of it.

When the baby is up and fed, he sits quietly on the floor and arranges his toys alphabetically while I start a dinner usually consisting of lentils. Before my husband gets home, I make sure to slip into something aesthetically pleasing and style my hair accordingly. I use hairspray.

After dinner we sit around the table and talk about important things while the baby listens attentively. We use words like suppositionally and pontificate. It just happens.

When the baby falls asleep I clean up the dishes, tidy the house, and study my camera manual. I never turn on the TV. When it’s time for bed, I brush my teeth for a full three minutes and then fall into a deep, 8 hour sleep until morning.

And that’s how we do it here in the Baer house. The End.

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Top Ten Ways We Survive The M-Word

This is not a post about how to have a happy marriage. Nor is it a post condoning, condemning, or proposing marriage. Most importantly: I am not giving you marriage advice.

Every relationship is different.

We are young.

Things will change.

What I am doing is telling you how Baby Daddy and I make it on a daily basis at this time in our lives, right now. I’m telling you because marriage is no joke. I’m telling you because when you’re sitting there looking at your spouse and thinking “I hate how you chew,” it’s nice to know we’re all in the same boat. I’m telling you what works for us in hopes that you’ll do the same.

Here are the Top Ten ways we survive the beast that is marriage. Happy Tuesday.

1) Go To Bed Angry

“Don’t let the sun go down on your anger” is some of the worst marriage advice we ever got. You might think sleeping on a steaming pile of hate would make things worse, but most of the time we wake up feeling less angry (or forgetting why we were mad all together). If anything, that night of sleep lets me know how I actually feel. If I wake up and I’m still upset, I know it’s worth bringing up.

Warning: Remember Lorena Bobbit? Proceed with caution.

2) Go To Bed At The Same Time

If I have a cardinal rule, it’s this. Pillow talk is sacred, even if it means not finishing up a blog post, putting down Bossypants, or getting into bed wide awake. It also encourages more of #6, a proven mood booster.

Obviously it doesn’t always work out, but we try to spend at least a few minutes awake and in bed together each night–even if one of us sneaks out when the other has fallen asleep.

3) Those Three Words (Once In A While)

Baby Daddy and I are not overly affectionate people. We don’t kiss at stoplights, hold hands at dinner parties, or stroke each other in public. We also don’t say I L0ve You every time we hang up the phone or run to the grocery store. In fact, sometimes we don’t say it for weeks. Why? We believe that A) saying it too much cheapens its value & B) showing love is more important than saying it.

We are also romantically lazy.

4) Separate Is Equal

Remember when everyone was obsessed with diagnosing love languages? Womenfolk around the globe had a hay day proclaiming “my love language is words of affirmation” or “my love language is when you buy me purses.”

Baby Daddy and I also read that book a while back and both of us tested positive for Quality Time needs, yet we still very much need time apart doing our own separate things. If anything, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I also don’t really care about golf.

5) Hold the Sarcasm

Sarcasm, especially for two first born, egocentric, know-it-alls like us, is hard to push under the rug. I find myself swallowing snarky zingers on a daily basis, even if they are pretty hilarious.

I know Baby Daddy does the same. Like when I say that I’m finally going to clean up the kitchen tomorrow, I can see his mind processing and then repressing a “fat chance” remark. No easy task.

6) Discuss The Marital Dance

For fear of scaring you with the word SEX, I will refer to the horizontal hug as “the marital dance.”

There are a lot of ways to dance. We’ve got the waltz, polka, hula, jitterbug, the bump and grind (!)…you get the picture.

Bottom line: talking about dancing helps to prevent stepping on each other’s toes.

7) Gender Roles

If Austin was in charge of grocery shopping, we’d be eating roaster chickens and peanut butter and jelly for the rest of our lives. If I was in charge of paying the bills, we might be homeless.

Falling into a set of fairly stereotypical gender roles was difficult for me at first, but I got over it once I realized Austin still folds his own wash and does his own ironing. I also really enjoy making dinner and have no desire to change the oil in our cars.

8) No Secret Left Behind

Lying is a tricky rascal. Once upon a time I kept a lot of secrets from a lot of people. Being an open book is so much easier, especially with your spouse. Even a harmless white lie can lead to a life of sneaking out at 3am and having to keep a notebook of what you said or didn’t say (believe me). Therefore–>all passwords, emails, texts, phone calls, etc. are free for the taking. I’ve got nothing to hide.

9) The Little Things

It’s the little things in life, right? One morning, not long after Austin started med school, he left me a little note stuck to the keyboard telling me how important I am to him. Even though it was a tiny gesture, it felt huge. I still have it taped to the computer to remind me not to freak out when he chooses 95 year old woman’s dead body over mine.

It’s a cadaver, folks.

10) Let. It. Go.

Picking your battles is one of the hardest things to do in any relationship.

Like many couples, Austin and I fight the most when in the confines of the car. For some reason that tight space breeds contempt and aggravation over the stupidest of arguments. Mostly I’m just pissed that it’s been 45 minutes and he hasn’t said a single word. Not one word! And when I try to break the silence with something I’m thinking about (Would you rather eat a handful of pennies or six handfuls of hair?), he responds with one word answers (hair) and goes back to silence. It makes me nuts.

Four years later and I’m learning to Let.It.Go. He doesn’t like talking in the car–let it go!

I won’t drink the milk one minute past the sell by date–let it go!

You do what you gotta do.

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How do YOU survive the m-word?

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