Lesson #23: Hints are futile

When Lyndon wants to show his affection for me, he usually displays it via tickling or picking on me.  While I usually don't mind the attention, there are times when I want a more romantic display of affection.  The problem is that romance really isn't his forte.

I thought that I could solve all our problems by dropping hints.  Dropping hints would give him ideas on how to be romantic or great times to be romantic.  If not romantic, then a chance to be sweet.

It turns out that guys don't really understand the concept of hints.  After dropping one, I waited for a few hours before finally conceding to the fact that he hadn't picked up on it.  I thought about continuing on my hinting quest, but I gave up instead.  I gave up because something hit me: I've been incredibly busy this past month.  It seems like I never have a chance to catch my breath, and it's been taking its toll on me.  Even though I never asked him to, Lyndon has started helping around the apartment.  He's unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, taken the trash out, and more without a word.

I was looking for romance a girl receives from her boyfriend.  I got romance a wife receives from her husband.  I like this version much more.

Lessons: The Prequel

I don't have time to learn new things.  Curse you, schedule.  Instead of something new, here are some explanations of past lessons that were learned early on.

1. As much as you love your new spouse, you will miss your parents terribly.

I learned this as soon as we drove away from the airport after our honeymoon.  I was so used to getting to ride home with my parents and regaling them with my adventures.  That didn't happen; I rode one direction with my new husband and they drove another direction.  I cried.  It was awful because there was proof that I wasn't going to live with my parents anymore.

Sidenote: I still cry some times.

2. The first time you go grocery shopping, go together.  You'll need the moral support.

It was the first time I had to shop as a wife, the first time I was in charge of feeding someone and keeping a home.  We needed food for the week, but we also needed the cooking basics: flour, sugar, vanilla, spices, milk, etc.  That list was long enough, but that was the food list alone.  I had another list for cleaning supplies like paper towels, dishwasher tablets, Windex, etc.  If you can imagine a list that starts unrolling and never ends, that's what I thought this list was.  Lyndon offered to come with me and saved me.  He found things, thought of things I hadn't, and helped me keep track of everything.  Altogether it took a very long time, but I would have been there until the wee hours of the morning if Lyndon hadn't been there.