I know that the writing of this letter is a little on the odd side, but if you are my future husband then you have already come to know me as a little odd so it should come as no surprise. This weekend while I was working my little (but growing) tail off, I was thinking about our life together, and what it might look like. As I raked each oak leaf off the front lawn, my mind drifted to a time and place that this type of physical lawn labor would no longer be necessary and I could be inside making dinner for the family instead. Not that I don't enjoy outside work, because I do, I simply don't want to have no say in the matter. It must be done, and I am the only one that will do it. Of course, as I am breaking my back in the hot sun, the children are inside in a cool house, having their way with their own mess inside. When I break for the day, I am sure to walk into a new mess indoors and I will inevitably be frustrated with their lack of participation in our "teamwork" oriented family.
My dear love, when I picture our life together I have to be honest; I plan on slowing down. Yes, I am handy- I can install and fix toilets, sinks and faucets, know my way around electrical work, can mow a lawn and pull weeds, clean the garage like a mad woman, along with the other typical household chores of laundry (which I despise), cleaning of floors (over and over again), dishes, dusting, cooking and cleaning... Yes dear, I can do it all, and have been doing it all for quite some time. However, in our wedded bliss I plan on retiring certain duties. I will no longer plunge any toilets (unless it's an emergency), clean out the gutters, fix the aging fence, play mechanic on my vehicle, or rake millions of tiny oak leaves that lay stubbornly amidst the sand (that should be grass). I am not saying that you have to take over the physical labor of all of these duties, but you will be responsible for making sure they get done by someone, hired or not. I plan on contracting out the laundry and a monthly deep cleaning of the house.
I will cook more than I do now, and spend more time with my kids (oh and you of course). I'll work during the day, and greet my tired children when they step off the school bus with cookies and milk.... Alright, so maybe that's pushing it a bit. But please know that when I do slow down, that I've been working triple time and need to rest so I don't die an early death from exhaustion.
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