To the moon Alice!

So now that I am slowly waking from my maternity coma, breezed through post-partum whatever, here I am in my new life married to Ralph Kramden . What keeps me sane is my sense of humor and the new found confidence I discovered through my love for Z. I don't regret one moment I have had with my significant other.

Z and I are finally getting over the insta-family shock and are trying to create a balance between his way and my way. I admit I often differ to Z's method because after all its his house. I have learned when to suggest something and when to keep my mouth shut.

The most amazing thing about our relationship is that although we are polar opposites from a social standing we often come together on various issues. We both have our ways of problem solving and have finely tuned survival skills. Of course he would do better on a deserted island and I would sail through a foreign country.

But then we will have an episode that goes a bit like this: Its about 5:00 pm and Z walks through the door and sees me in the dark at the computer on the internet. Nageelah is asleep and I am typing away unresponsive to his comments.
"Where's dinner?"
nothing
"I'm starving, what did you do all day?"
I say, "cleaned, shopping, the kid"
Z starts complaining about work then opens the fridge hoping to find something to eat, pulls out a tub of hummus and declares, "What the hell is this?!"
I am right behind him and I say "hummus"
then in a louder more defined voice he cries impatiently, "What is this?"
and I calmly and knowingly say "hummus"
now completely frustrated and at his breaking point waving a 16 oz tub of hummus around Z screams "What is this?!"
Then as I see complete frustration consume the normaly calm composure on the face of my love, I realized he had no idea what hummus was and never knew even if he liked it or not!
With a loving smile I say, "its middle eastern hippie crap!"