Hey! We're Married! Now What?

Before we got married, everybody kept telling us how different everything would be. Being polite people, we would agree and carry on with our pre-wedding plans. Once away from advice-givers, we would scoff and say things like, "How much can things change? We've been together for 6 years, and lived together for five! All that change stuff won't apply to us!"

Oh, how wrong we were.  Everything started to change right around the time the plane touched down in Portland and we stepped off, glowing with newly married bliss and Maui tans.

See, we had had a plan before we got married. I had just graduated from Portland State University with a Master's Degree in Education, so I was to go off, get my own classroom, and start educating some middle-schoolers. My husband (gosh, that still sounds so weird!) had been accepted to graduate school, and was going to take things easy for the next two years. In short, I was going to be the Sugar Mama of the Tyler household, while Evan went to school. I was totally cool with that plan, but the Universe saw fit to basically toot in our faces and come up with a totally different plan.

Totally happy, but totally clueless about the Universe's plan

The Universe's plan consists of Evan losing his teaching gig due to huge budget cuts, getting a new job in a new district teaching a new grade a new curriculum (have I said "new" enough yet?) and also starting graduate school. As for me, the Sugar Mama plan fell through, and I am now scouring the internet every day for any (and I mean ANY) substitute job available. When I'm not subbing, which is annoyingly often, I am trying my hand at this whole, "keeping house" scenario I keep finding myself in. 

This would be a good time to let you all know that I am a notorious slob, and that I can't cook to save my life. My incredibly awesome husband (still weird!) has been in charge of most of the household stuff for the last two years while I finished up my degree. He can cook incredibly well, he knew at what temperature colors/whites needed to be washed, and he loved, loved, loved, vacuuming. I know, I'm totally blessed.

 In a way, we are both finding ourselves in roles besides that of Husband and Wife that maybe we were not totally ready for. Everybody was right; everything has changed, and we're doing our best to tackle all of these changes together. Thus, this blog. I've started this to chronicle this first year together, so in ten years, we can look back on this little account and laugh at how we took on the Universe's plan nifty little plan for us. It has been a crazy 87 days so far, and I'm actually excited to see what comes next.

Bring it, Universe. The Tyler's are ready for it.

Yeah. He's my hero. But I'm no damsel in distress, either!