figuring it out

(Dang! Three weeks!)

Actually, that should read figured it out: Chaos follows Didgeridoo Boy. He can't help it, it's just part of who he is. My life is a cartoon, and I've always been okay with that, but bringing his chaotic element into the mix...? Yeah. Ohhh, yeah. And whoa, Nelly. Traditionally, this is the part of the marriage where we begin to settle into what would be normal for us, right?

For us, there is very little what is normally considered "normal". And that's fine. I'm completely okay with the fact that I have bloody well given up trying to figure out how to have a little bit of "normal" in our life. What we are establishing is what is normal for us. We cannot be 'burbanites, even though we live in the 'burbs, not that we want to be, anyway. (Ye gods, the idea of Didge in pleated trousers and a golf shirt - please, please save me from this horrific vision. And take the one of me driving an SUV with it.)

(And take the one where we start shopping at Banana Republic, too. Please. The fact that he drags me to WalMart is bad enough.)

But, like I said, it's taken a little while for this to sink in. It actually came over me in a wave this morning, and was something of a relief - it means I've finally got a lifestyle with someone else (key thing, there - there have been some dilly-ass-doozies in my past) that I don't feel as if I'm forcing myself into in any way, shape, or form. And while there are times I feel as though I've adopted a seven year old, I'm sure he feels the same way at times, too. He completely understands when I dash off towards some kawaii something or another, just as I totally get it when he power-moseys towards a new video game or Star Wars figure.

In short, we're rolling with it. Marriage thus far has been good, and it became a whole lot better with this morning's realization. (And, yes, I am writing about it all again.)