Songbird76
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Oh I so hope it's easy to fix! Just out of curiosity...do you have a microwave?
Our house is pretty small, but I can't even keep IT clean. Although, to be fair, part of it in our house is that we have very little storage space, so it's always cluttered. If I had more space to put things in, it would be easier to clean.Plus if it is a smaller place, that means there is less to clean!
A lot of my friends bought big houses and sometimes I'm a little envious because honestly their houses are nicer than mine. But then I think about how much time I would spend cleaning a bigger place and then I'm okay.
I didn't want a diamond...not my thing, and I agree on the prices of rings. Ridiculous! Mine is a pearl, rather than diamond, and it's beautiful and much more "me". And my husband wore a ring, too. He still wears both his rings. And over here, they always hyphenate the woman's name, and it comes after the man's name. So like...John Smith and Suzy Jones get married, she becomes Suzy Smith-Jones. It has actually caused some problems for me, because we got married in the states, and of course I changed everything into my married name. Then I moved HERE, and like, my passport is in my married name, but they won't let you use your married name for official documents. So then I show my passport as ID, and they get confused because it's my married name.Sounds about right. I also have basically decided that I want to keep my last name if I get married and would like to pass it on to my children. Of course, that is partially because I have a very unique, but lovely, last name. It's short, simple, easily pronounced, but I've never met anyone outside of my family with it. AND there's no one else who will likely pass it along. My dad's brother has no children and and most likely will not at this point, my dad's other brother has a little girl, and I can't see him and his wife having any more either. And there is a 99.9% chance my brother will be childless. So if I have children, I'd really like to pass on my last name. Especially if I marry someone with the last name of Jones or Smith or someone with an absurdly long last name. But I'm also open to the idea of a hyphen.
I also refuse to wear a white wedding dress, carry flowers down the aisle, be given away, or wear an engagement ring unless he also does. We could go with red. Red is what they wear in China. And I'm sorry, but I think the amount spent on rings is absurd, and even if he's paying, I'm not about to let him. If it's an heirloom, fine, but if we could buy a car with it, forget it.
I am seriously not a traditional sort of gal. It will be amazing if any man will have me. Of course, I'm also cheap on rings, so there's that.
I don't even get it...what's the point?
That's something to consider....you're probably right. But I think it's also hard because everyone always says girls are daddy's little girl, but my daughter has never been like that. She loves her dad and they have a lot of fun together, but she is totally my mini-me. She looks like me, she acts like me, we have pretty much the same taste in clothing and TV shows and music...she sings like me. I think DH feels left out sometimes. He even mentioned that with Disney, that he gets it...she and I are so much alike, it's logical that we want to go do Carrots of the Pirabbean 6 times in a row....but he doesn't have the same thing with DS that I have with DD. I think that makes him feel a little lonely at times. I think he totally LOVED the afternoon at DLP where she went with him and they did all the thrill ride stuff that I can't do. At least they have SOMETHING they can do together, just the 2 of them.@Songbird76 I'm going to give you a little background into my family because I think maybe it will give you some insight into yours...
When I was little, I was such a daddy's girl. My mom always tells the story about how we were staying at Coronado Springs, and she was checking in, and my dad took me into the gift shop, and in the ten minutes that it took her to check in, he and I came walking out, and I had a little 101 Dalmations purse in my hand. And my mom was like "Really? She's got you wrapped around her finger."And we were like that for the longest time. After my brother was born, as I got older, we used to go off and do things just the two of us. We'd go in the parks late at night and ride all the big stuff, he'd take me to Orioles games without my mom and brother, you name it, we did it.
And then came the autism diagnosis with my brother.
I was 11 when he was diagnosed, and at first, nothing really changed. But then, the pressure to keep my grades up started coming on a lot harder, and it came on stronger and stronger in high school. Then came the pressure to be a lawyer, like him, and for a while, I was all for it, until I wasn't. I decided I was too emotional for a legal career, and the business side of it would bore me to tears. He was not happy about it. I later found out from my mom that his expectation was that I would join his firm. That was never happening, even if I did become a lawyer. Then, when I was applying for colleges, he wanted me to go to his alma mater. Well, his alma mater was not like it was 35 years ago. It was huge, basically a school where anyone could go, and I was not impressed. It was my safety school, and I told him that. I ended up picking a small, private school that he was not a fan of, but in the end, it was a perfect choice for me and I got an excellent education there, and I got a business degree, which made him happy, and me because it was a good choice. Then came more pressure for law school, and I was more firm that it wasn't happening.
But then I realized that I somehow stopped being daddy's girl and had become the son who was carrying on the family responsibility. And I thought, "When did this happen?"
And that's when it hit me: all of this started after the autism diagnosis. When he got a son, he had expectations for him. That he would be like him, that he would go to college, maybe to law school, carry on the family name. When my brother got the autism diagnosis, all of those hopes went out the window. Whether he realized it or not, he had lost his expectations for his son, and in doing so, he switched over those expectations to me. Which is a tricky position to be in. You're still the daughter who he feels like he has to protect, but you're suddenly the son carrying on the family responsibilities. I love my father and value his wisdom and advice. And I think because I'm not a daddy's girl, my mom and I are unusually close, which I wouldn't trade, but part of me misses being a daddy's girl.
Anyway, I thought this might give you some insight into what may be going on in your DH's mind, whether he realizes it or not. I know my dad doesn't realize it consciously. He might be reacting more to this recent diagnosis than you realize though.
Nope...DS won't eat any of that. I don't know if you are a reader, but have you read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime? That's kind of my DS with food.
I didn't cancel the repair, cause you know, fluke? In any case repair guy still not here. Was told he would be here between 8 and 5. Don't you love it? When I call I just get a voicemail box. Well I am out of here at 4:30 for cheer practice assuming they don't close for the night, so hopefully he will come before. Part of me is thinking he will not show up. Kind of annoyed because I wanted to make muffins and couldn't because the oven needs to be cool to be looked at. 
They had a crew member before the checkpoint telling everyone to get their room keys out all 3 times off the ship and all 3 times back on.
