Thoughts.

Marriage isn't all I thought it would be. I think this silently as I shake the snoring mound covered in blankets...this sleep-beast who I'm pretty sure I'm married to. His alarm clock has been screeching for the past 2 minutes and I'm quickly losing patience. I continue shaking the lump until he groans and a hand slips out to slap the snooze button. I roll over, thinking the ordeal is over and I can drift back off to dreamland. Not the case. Exactly 3 minutes later the incessant, horrid screeching begins again. This time I snap and instead of a gentle shaking, he gets a whack across the head. See, I can get away with this because he's completely out of it and while the hit will wake him up, he won't remember it. Ha!
The sleep-beast finally stumbles out of the bed and I can, at last, sleep. After a year of co-sleeping with Giovanni, you would think I would be used to the flailing, tossing and turning, and mumbling. I'm not, though. I wake up about 13 times a night. So when he gets up, I sleep. I finally drift back off just in time for his good-morning call. The sleep-beast has magically transformed into the perky voice on the other line. The call occurs every day and usually goes something like this:
C: 'Lo?
G: Hi, sweetheart!
C: Ungh.
G: What are you doing?
C: Uh, sleeping.
G: Still?! (He has been gone for a whopping 10 minutes.)
C: Yeah. You at work?
G: Almost. Well, you're trying to sleep so I'll let you go.
C: K. Love you.
G: Love you, too, sweetheart! Bye!
C: Ungh.
Click.
This isn't the last call of the day...there will be many more, with topics ranging from our bank balance to the latest bit of shocking news about someone I barely know. Fascinating. That afternoon I'm cleaning up and thinking about the monotony of marriage...the same person, every day, for the rest of both of our lives. The same bad habits, the same old routine. Later I'm sweeping the bedroom when I find a love letter he wrote to me a few weeks before and my heart melts. On top of the love letter are a pile of his dirty clothes that he refuses to put in the laundry room, then he complains that he doesn't have any clean clothes. I forget about the letter while I wash the offending clothes. That night he walks in the door, tired and hungry, and when he opens the door and sees me, he smiles at me and grabs me in a bear hug.
What "marriage monotony"? :)
Bottom line, I'm the happiest girl in the world. My marriage isn't perfect, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Dirty socks, no sleep, early-morning calls...just another day in paradise. I am so absolutely, madly in love with Giovanni that I can actually stand the thought of waking up to his annoying alarm clock for the rest of my life.
However, I never said he wouldn't get a head-whack when he sleeps through it.

Marriage definitely isn't all I thought it would be...it's so much better. :)