April 27, 2002~~1:34 p.m.
Ironing and love...

I'm thinking about just throwing away our iron. It's rarely used and when it is something bad is generally the consequence. For whatever reason I don't seem capable of remembering that BEFORE I decide to plug it in. Thus the idea to resort to drastic measures to keep me from thinking I am qualified to operate that thing again.

Maybe it's because I wasn't raised by Ozzy and Harriet that I didn't grow up to thrive in the home economics portion of the marriage. I bet there are things I do better than she ever did though. (Now watch, I'll tune in to some show on E! and find out that Harriet was wild in bed and was frequently blowing stage hands just beyond the view of the camera.)

I'm glad I married a man who is understanding of my shortcomings. It's nice to have someone to come home to everyday who loves me for what I do have to offer rather than dreading me for what I don't. (Like his mother does.) I know that there are a lot of women running around pretending or trying to be something they are not in order to please their husbands. I don't have to do that and I'm thankful.

I have a good marriage. A happy marriage. A comfortable marriage. One that makes me smile and laugh and look forward to growing old in. I love him. Even when he pisses me off, I love him. Okay, maybe not in the moment.. but in the big picture I do. And if my kids could grow up to have marriages just like mine, I'd be happy for them.

~Alice