Period of Adjustment

I try to spend more time out in the living room but I figure it doesn't really matter when we're both just on our laptops anyway. But I was thinking today that we don't ever get to *do* anything together anymore... =/ Maybe we need another game of trivial pursuit. .... If only our schedules didn't clash horribly.

Earlier I just got kinda frustrated because sometimes I just feel like someone who lives in your house and takes care of your kid during the day. =/ Like a nanny. I guess I need to find a way for this to actually feel like home. I don't want you to think it's your fault or anything because it's really not. The only thing that I would ask is that you actually ask me to do stuff for you. Like taking Aidan to the optometrist. Of course I'll do it, I just want you to actually ask me if I will and not just, "What time will you take him?" kinda thing. Know what I mean?

I love you!

Hey

I don't like that you're in your room all the time. I feel like you're mad at me or something. I feel like we're just roommates and that's not all we are dang nabbit!!!

I Win

Alison sucks. She never posted so I never posted. You might read that and think, "Well doesn't that mean that you suck too?" No.

For those of you unaware, Alison and I moved in together. We decided to take our pseudo-lesbianism, shared parenting, and blogging to a whoooooole new level. You should probably stay tuned for updates.

Ya know. Assuming Alison ever gets around to looking at this again.