Slumber Party!

After a long day of working, homework, cooking, grocery shopping, and visiting my family, my day was finally over. YES! I could not explain how excited I was to finally get home and take a shower and head for the bed. If you know me, you know I LOVE bedtime. The is nothing better than laying my head on my pillow and crashing within seconds. It has been one of those days. Not a bad day, just an exhausting day. I get home to find that my husband forgot to pull chicken out of the freezer to defrost.. ohhhh Brigham! So I hurried and put it in the crockpot and blasted it on high. I continued to even get a few assignments done before I realized that I had a bridal shower to go to! I hurried and got dressed and specifically sent a message saying to turn the crock pot on high and poor GREEN Enchilada Sauce on top when he got home from work. Hours go by and I finally get home. I just kept telling myself in my head, "Remember you love him, Callie." Look in the pot to find that he could not find the sauce so poured some red sauce on top instead. This sauce may or may not have been old. Haha! I just couldn't help but laugh a little at Brigham; sometimes he has a hard time listening. The old me would have made a big deal and gotten mad, but even I was surprised to the way I reacted. I like seeing progress we make in just a few short of months, I love progress! So dinner was a fail, which I was kind of okay with. After that great event we ran to my mom's to hang out with the family, then left for Walmart! We got home, hurried to unload everything, and then off to the shower. I felt a little bad because Brig wanted me to watch The Voice with him. I was just past ready for bed. I hurried to get dress and get my hair dried. Finally! Bed time!! Nothing I love more (besides Brigham of course). I go to lay on the bed next to Brig, and next thing I know there is a spider, a big one, crawling right where my sleepy head should go. I freaked out a bit and kept telling Brigham to hurry and kill it, kill it, kill it! I went to hand him a remote to kill it with, but he decided it would be a good idea to use my phone. Greaaaaat instincts Brigham. HAHA! That sucker was huge. No way I was about to lay my head down on that bed.

Next thing I know Brig is pulling apart our bed and dragging our mattress pad out of the room. I was too tired to even ask what he was doing. I continued to putter around the bed, thinking he was maybe just getting new sheets?? Minutes go by and I finally walked out to our Family Room... to find this bed set up on the ottoman and couch! I love my husband! He knew that if we slept on the bed, I would either wake him up late at night scared that spiders were on me, or he would wake up to me not sleeping in the bed. I have terrible fears of snakes, spiders, worms, snails, frogs, and the list could go on. Once I wake up from a dream about any of these fears, I am too scared to go back to sleep. There has to be a phobia of getting my body covered by snakes, spider, and etc. Whatever it is, that is what I have! I am a baby, I know this. So we loaded the blankets on us and stayed up till midnight watching The Voice, like he wanted, and eating Captain Crunch for dinner at 11:00 P.M.. It was a win win situation. Even if I did not get to sleep more than I wanted. But sometimes I just like to do what Brigham wants to do, regardless of how tired I am. At the end of the day I just love to think about everything good that has happened. I try not to dwell on the things that Brig has messed up on... too much. Because one little ruined dinner is not the end of the world. A waste of money... but not the end of the world! I love writing these moments down! Not even 24 hours later, and I am already looking back and laughing at yesterday!

Learning As We Go

Growing up I have always imagined being a wife that did everything wives should do. I imagined being a stay at home mom and having a nice home cooked meal ready for my husband when he got home. I always wanted to have my house clean, bed made, laundry done, and basically wanted my husband to come home and just relax. December 30th, 2014, I finally married the man of my dreams and we began our life growing together. I had the perfect husband, a nice house, a vehicle, a full-time job, full-time school, and the list could go on. I look at my life and realized that I had everything a woman could want, but why was I not happy? I picked at the parts of my life that I did not like. Yeah my job was hard when it comes to working with people against my religion, but working 40 hours a week is rare for most so complaining about that made me feel selfish. I also am able to go to college online and take 12 credits this semester and I see it as a great opportunity but also as a weight sitting on my shoulders. As embarrassing as it is, I also just missed my mom... who was literally down the road. Pathetic, I know. The first time I was sick I cried to go back home to my mom, unlimited hot water, a king bed to myself, and sleep. My poor husband.. We laugh as we look back and see how far we have came. (yes it has only been 2 months) I took the responsibility to step up and provide more so we can get Brigham through school as quickly as possible, so I can eventually stay at home. Week one of marriage and I already felt this stress and anxiety on my chest. I was adjusting to the new schedule, waking up early, going to work from 7-4, coming home, cleaning the house, cooking dinner, giving my husband some attention, and eventually getting some homework done. I felt like it was too much and I had to cut out something in my life. What was it going to be? Hmm.. laundry or dinner or cleaning or homework? My priorities were a mess. Many days go on, laundry does not get done, dishes are in the sink, my house smelt, bed unmade, and dinner did not get made. Pretty sure I cried almost everyday after work and did not say much to my husband. My husband is not lazy. He did have a few problems like not putting up his dishes and keeping lights on, but he is not lazy. He lived with 5 other guys and probably thought he was actually pretty clean. I was not expecting to have a problem to adjusting with living with a man. But ohhhh I did. I hated that I was at work while he was at home watching tv or hanging out with his twin brother. His work schedule just varies everyday, so some days he was just free to do nothing. I expected to come home to maybe the dishes done or the bed made. Most times it did not happen. If I saw one dish in the sink I would cry, why? Because I took the blame and made myself feel bad for working all day and not leaving a clean house for my husband. I started to realize that I cannot keep this 4 bedroom and 3 bath house clean all by myself. After days of my husband begging to tell him what was wrong, I exploded with tears. He is so patient, like so so so patient that sometimes I get a little annoyed. He just held me and explained that if I just explained to him the problems, that he would realize more things he could do. That next day while he had a day off, I came home to a clean kitchen, made bed, and frozen pasta cooked. I wanted to cry, just this time it would be happy tears. I was in shocked on how easy it was to just say, "Hey Brig, do you mind doing these things around the house after class?" Like it is literally that easy.


I look back now and realize that for one, I am a big fat cry baby, for two, marriage is not as easy as I thought, and for three, marriage involves two people, not just a wife that has to do it all for her husband... TWO people. About two months in and I feel like we got our schedules down. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the nights Brigham has night class from 6-9:30. So Tuesdays are my cleaning days and catching up on anything I need to do.Thursdays are my school work days. I have also discovered this amazing cooking pan.... a crockpot! I make 3-4 meals on a day I have nothing to do, freeze them, take whatever meal I want for dinner, and cook it while I am at work. GENIUS! Teriyaki Chicken, Alfredo Chicken, Orange Chicken, Tacos, Enchilada Soup, and the list could go on... I praise this crockpot.. is that bad? I feel like with a meal made almost everyday, it allows me to feel like I am not totally failing as a wife. I was not prepared enough for marriage. But I do not regret for one minute. I love my husband and want to continue moving towards our future. Can you really be completely prepared for marriage? My answer: No.. no.. no. When you marry your best friend, you do not focus on everything that you actually have to do. You just focus on the love you have for him. One thing we realized is that me, my husband, and God are in this triangle and God is on the very top of this triangle. Everything we do needs to involve our religion and we cannot get through this without our Savior. We found that kneeling together every night, thanking Him for everything, is what needs to be done. Paying tithing needs to be done. Attending all THREE hours of church needs to be done. Scripture study needs to be done. We revolve our world around God and things suddenly start getting better. I am amazed at how quickly things got better when my husband and I started getting our priorities in line. I have friends who are getting married soon who ask me how it is. I use to say emotional, but now I am just speechless with words. Marriage is worth every tear I have shed.. (silly, I know) But being able to wake up to my best friend everyday is the greatest blessing. Learning together more and more about each other is amazing. Having long conversations discussing our future is amazing. Even sitting on the couch holding my best friend's hand is amazing. Every little thing about marriage is amazing. I have turned the way I see everything. One bad thing that happens is just a bad hour or maybe a bad few hours; Not a bad day where I need to come home and be annoyed with my husband, for something that happened at work. I love feelings, hate expressing them, but love just typing about them. It gets things off my chest and also makes me realize I have so many things to be grateful for. I decided to create a blog where I can share what I have learned and to have all these memories typed out, basically a journal. Here's to the silly moments I have had and many more to come!