The Story of Us, part one

Lately, I have noticed that I might be confusing some of you.

Perhaps I am not as thorough and concise as I believe to be?

If you are a newer reader of this blog, I most likely make no sense.  You have probably already stopped reading this blog.  You are probably not even reading this post. 

Such a shame.

And, so, I thought I would do a quick meet and greet.

Sounds fun, doesn't it?
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Hi!  My name is Taylor.  I am 29 years old.  I married David in July of 2000.

We were both 19 at the time.

Our first house was built in 1917 and was 700 square feet.  Together we ripped out all the flooring and discovered beautiful hardwood floors.  We refinished them, did some painting and other lovely fix ups.

We thought we were something else.

We were both going to college to become teachers and were working.  Instead of having children, we got ourselves two Golden Retrievers:  Jack and Mabel.

They were the world's naughtiest dogs.

Awhile later, my husband decided that being a teacher was not his calling.

*gasp!*

This was the beginning of the end, dear readers.  The end of the David as I knew him.  You see, readers, David and I did everything together.  We shopped at the mall.  We both enjoyed The Gap (but could only afford Old Navy clearance), coffees, restaurants, and movie dates.

We both even, dare I say it, visited the tanning booth and highlighted our hairs.

Oh, yes.  WE did.

I had a dream, people.  I had a dream that my husband and I would teach at the same school.  We would both look hip and cool in our Gap clothing, highlighted hair, and bronzed skin.  After school, he, looking dapper, would walk down to my classroom to get me and we would go out to dinner and talk about our days.

But, no.  My dream died when David told me he wanted to be an electrician.

Starting out into that field is really hard because no one wants to hire anyone without experience.  His only offer was to work for this guy for $6 an hour.

Lucky for us, I had a sweet job, that required me to wear a hairnet, that made me about $9 an hour.  Yeah.  That's right.  I was the money maker at one point in time.

Towards the end of my junior year in college, I found out I was pregnant.  It was our first month of trying "Natural Family Planning" and I had assured my husband I knew exactly what I was doing.

Oops.

I was debating about dropping out of school, but decided I would regret that for the rest of my life.  So, I soldiered on.  This was the year of student teaching . . . you know . . . where you go to  the school as the teacher but don't get paid?

I was at the school Monday through Friday from 7am to 6pm.  In order to keep my health insurance at my sweet hair net job, I had to work every Saturday and Sunday from 530am to 2pm.  I was exhausted and did not have days off. 

Plus I was large.

But I did it!  And 11 days after I finished up student teaching, our daughter was born.

Going from a busy school and working schedule to staying at home full time was a hard transition for me.

David and I had a hard time adjusting as new parents.

He thought I was uptight.

But I still think it is unacceptable for anyone to suggest super gluing a baby's mouth shut.

If that's uptight, then fine.  I am uptight.

To be continued . . . .

(PS-If you are confused about something on this blog, just go ahead and ask me and I will try to answer it soon)