A weird little glimpse into my marriage, second edition

In case anyone is wondering what this is all about, check out stupid stork, who came up with this magnificent marriage confessional idea. You should check out her blog anyway, I don’t know if she knows it yet, but she’s sort of my blog hero. Anywho, here are tidbits you might find out if you were lurking in our bushes. Not really, gross.

• Tonight my husband calculated that in order to actually pee a million times, you would have to live to the age of 330, assuming that you use the facilities an average of 10 times per day. These are the thoughts we ponder and find answers to right here, from the comfort of our couch. You’re welcome.
• We have opposite approaches to cleaning the house. I’m more of the cleaning induced ADHD-type, rushing the house trying to get done as soon as possible. He turns into an OCD patient, cleaning every nook and corner of the counter top with a 7 step procedure. I can clean the entire rest of the house in the time it takes him to clean the kitchen countertops and cabinets. This used to annoy me to no end, but I’ve since  grown to appreciate his thorough, snail-paced approach.
• For our honeymoon, we did a road trip from North Dakota to the coast and down to San Diego. At the time I remember feeling a little down that we couldn’t afford a tropical honeymoon filled with umbrellas in our drinks. We made the most of it, and looking back, it was THE best choice we made.
• We’ve been driving a mini-van since before we had kids. We drove it for four years before we could use the kids as an excuse.
• In order to put our 3-year-old to sleep, we need to lay in bed with her until she nods off to sleepy-land. In her full size bed, I lay next to her, and my husband lays at the foot of her bed. Often we both fall asleep with her, and roll ourselves to our own bed around midnight. I wouldn’t have it any other way.