Zoned Out: What REALLY Kills the “Honeymoon Phase”?

Marriage is hard. Everyone knows this. What nobody tells you is that the “honeymoon phase” isn’t guaranteed to last more than a few weeks (if that) after your wedding day.

Nuh-uh.

Everybody presumes that the “honeymoon phase” MUST last at least the first year or two. After all, when I try to tell people that I’m struggling with some things, they inevitably say, “Oh no, you can’t possibly be because you just got married! Be happy!”

Oh, but they’re wrong, let me tell you.

My husband and I have a rather unique love story, totally God-ordained and most of the time kind of a dream.

BUT since day one it’s also been kind of a living nightmare.

Don’t get me wrong. My husband is amazing…loves Yeshua, super smart, kind, sweet, thoughtful, supportive, entrepreneurial, fun, exciting, a great father…the whole nine yards. I mean, that’s why I married him, right?

Of course, right.

And those big areas aren’t really the areas that have killed our “honeymoon phase” after only 2 years…and really, in the first few months of our marriage.

Like I said, my husband is amazing…but, oh dear God, if I have to repeat myself one. more. dang. Time!

I’m going to blow. I’m fuming just sitting here while my fingers fly across the keyboard…

I mean, it is just unbelievable how little my man hears. And I’ve read the studies. I know I have roughly 30 seconds before he zones out, and I need to be choosy about my words because (and let’s be real here, ladies) we CAN be super wordy and usually ARE very wordy, but hot diggity-dang sometimes I want to just pull my hair out…

Mark my words, this man whom I love so dearly and respect so greatly is going to drive me to drinking.

And I suppose this is why God stresses so intensely the need for us to be make every word count. But sometimes, I think it wouldn’t hurt for men to just TRY a little harder to extend their 30 seconds to at least…oh I don’t know…45-60 seconds maybe?

I mean, really. It’s a team effort, folks.

Alright, that’s it. I’m done.

Ladies, talk less. Gentleman, listen more. And someone send me wine. Thanks.

Let’s Connect

Hello! I guess my first post should be more introductory than anything else. The world was created for people to connect and be connected. No man (or woman) is an island, and I think that’s my main goal with this entire blog…venture…thingy. Us moms, especially new ones, need to stick together, and I want to be part of the glue that helps us gather and celebrate and commiserate and vent and just be allowed to, well…BE.

So here we are…

Let’s just hope the rest of my posts aren’t quite this cringey…