Learning Curves and Adjustments

I haven't written much over the last few weeks... because I've been dating a special someone for a little over a month now. So that last 22.4 minutes of the day that I used to use for blogging before I collapsed into bed, is now instead being used for phone conversations or necking (depending on kid arrangements).

I'm definitely on cloud nine. I've got endorphins going like you wouldn't believe (thank heavens, because they're helping make up for the lack of sleep). Everything is going swimmingly, to say the least. But we are, after all, still from Venus and Mars.

This last weekend, when only Miss Clara was with us, we spent the better part of two days together. And it sort of hit me like a ton of bricks: Holy heck, it has been a LONG freaking time since I have shared my living space with another adult.

The man is dear and sweet, and he rinses his bowls and puts them in the drying rack. Directly. Without washing first. I, on the other hand, pick up leaves off the floor after someone walks through the kitchen. Even as the person is standing there looking at me with bewilderment on their face. Obsessive much? I guess so.

I am bucking my seatbelt, ladies and gentlemen. Bring on the learning curves and adjustments.