We marked the occasion by me forcing him to clean the kitchen because I was too tired, which may or may not have been because I stayed up too late the night before 'celebrating' and by that I mean watching "Hemlock Grove" and drinking two glasses of Christopher's homemade hard apple cider that is a little surprising in its potency - every time I drink it.
Or maybe I was too tired because I'd done 45 minutes on the elliptical machine at the gym, followed by 45 minutes on the stationary bike with the full leg press addition. I'd say it was because I was dedicated (which I am, really) but I think it was mainly because I wanted to finish the second part of two-part "Doctor Who" episode.
I mean - aliens that dress up in human form and pass gas and laugh a lot? WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?
So anyway, we also marked the occasion by me taking the ipod away from Sebastian for three days on account of the tremendous fit he threw because I allowed him to choose whether to play on the computer for 30 minutes or watch a show and he choose the computer but then thought I'd just let him watch the show anyway, which I wouldn't. So I was forced to listen to the tantrum drag on and drag on and so I locked him in our (large, expansive) playroom just so he wouldn't wake up his sister, who was napping at the time. I wanted to send him to his room but he told me he'd just be loud when he went up there and wake Adele up.
I'm hoping today goes a little better. Already it has. I stayed home from the gym today because I think both Adele and I are sick. She's stuffed up and extra cranky when she doesn't get her way and I've got a sore throat. We are a magical bunch, no?
Instead I took Adele to Kroger after I dropped Sebastian off at school because I needed something for supper and they had one of those little carts that kids can push around and I think it might be the best invention ever. She refuses to actually sit in a cart because anything that would make my life easier is obviously in opposition to her Life Plan. So I saw the little cart and thought - why not? It couldn't actually be worse than me chasing her throughout the store. (If you're in Target and hear 'Adele? Adele! Adele! I'm over here! Stay with me! Get back here! Come here! Adele!' then that's me. If you see my kid send her my way.)
And it worked. She stayed right with me and wouldn't let me touch the cart at all. "I push! I push!" she said. She only put a couple of things in the cart - including a bag of goldfish that I let her keep because I was feeling generous. She even put all of the things on the belt for the cashier to ring up, except for the bag of flour that I didn't want to have to clean up off the floor because we all know it would have fallen and spilled everywhere and then she would have stomped in it and picked it up by the handfuls and thrown it in my face.
So we did well. And she didn't even fight the car seat, which these days is hit or miss. You have to let her buckle the top part herself. Sometimes when she's feeling feisty she half buckles it, then takes it apart and looks at you like "Ha ha! See what I did? You want me to buckle it, don't you? Well, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.... Tricked you again! You're so gullible, Mom!" multiple times until I forcefully buckle it myself and then she screams and spits and screams some more and my shoulders reach up and up and up until they're almost at my ears, trying to block out the sound.
But not today. So far.
I realize it's only 10 in the morning, but I'm hopeful.
So back to our anniversary. We said "Happy Anniversary" a few times and when he came home from work he took the kids away to hike around a bit and look at some ducks while I recuperated from the exhausting day. And then he gave them a bath when they got home. And then he cleaned up the kitchen and vacuumed.
Guys. That's what being together so long does to you.
And it's absolutely perfect.
(I gave him a peanut butter sandwich for dinner. You are so welcome, Christopher!)