Marriage Has Ruined My Life

GUYS.

I used to be the EXPERT at being alone.

Here’s how I lived my life pre-Norman:

  1. Make plans
  2. Invite a few people to join
  3. Go no matter if people join or not

I was proud of it. I never felt weird being alone – not at dinner, not at the movies, not for a campfire up the canyon. I’d go on trips alone. I did most things. ALONE.

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Just look at me. Being awkward on a wall in Oregon. ALONE.

 

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Or how about here. Sitting in Guangzhou airport, alone, taking a selfie after spongebathing from a Pringles can. #classy

Yesterday evening, I dropped Norman off at the airport for a 36 hour trip to Vancouver to sit his citizenship exam. (He passed, by the way. 95%, baby!!)

GUYS. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE ALONE ANY MORE.

I’ve exfoliated, cleaned the house, eaten, read my book, taken the dog out, watched some youtube videos…. and now I’m working.

Because I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel as out of whack as my dog did when I made her wear children’s socks:

 

 

I’m literally laughing out loud looking at her face in these photos. She’s literally thinking “um…. what now?” 😂

(In my defense, it was so cold her paws were hurting, and they were out of actual dog booties!!)

Turns out, you can get used to having someone around while you watch youtube videos in your pajamas. (Oh, my glamourous life.)