The 7-year Itch

I think I finally understand the idea of the seven-year itch, and no, I don't mean the movie. 

It's not just some random number that people throw out in conversation, nor is there anything magical or supernatural about the number itself. At the end of the day, it's just about the amount of time it takes for it to sink into a human's brain exactly who they're living with. Some people are slower on the uptake while others are a bit quicker, but seven's a nice ballpark figure to go with.

Not that there's something wrong with the other person, per se. But there are always little things, pet peeves or minor irritants, that a newlywed thinks will go away, will change, or will in some way miraculously become, if not palatable, then at least bearable. 

After seven years, however, it finally hits the no-longer-quite-a-newlywed that the problem didn't resolve itself on its own, and neither did the other slew of annoyances. In fact, as a few may begin to realize, if any change at all is to occur, that change must come from within. 

Most people, however, are unwilling to accept any such responsibly and, therefore, look around for the closest new person that they could conceivably find attractive in the right light.

These unfortunate people believe that their problem is their partner and, moreover, that if they choose a new partner, these problems will disappear. However, unless they accept their own responsibly in their next relationship, similar problems will resurface after seven years (if not sooner).

More Random and Sporadic Life Events from Yours Truly

Well, the youngest kid is crawling. Meanwhile, the 2 year old has learned the impressive skill of taking off his diaper and throwing it in the toilet. While I appreciate the thought, I can't say that I honestly appreciate the action.

I believe in my heart of hearts that the throw-the-diaper-in-the-toilet trick is a direct result of the training that he has received from my husband. And before you ask, no, my husband does not throw his own diaper in the toilet. Instead, whenever my son has a dirty diaper, my husband takes the diaper to the toilet, where he proceeds to transfer the contents into the toilet. He has some strange belief that our son will see this action, and form a connection between the excrement and the toilet. Instead, I believe he has formed a connection between the diaper and the toilet. So I end up fishing sopping wet dirty diapers from the toilet all day. Which is less fun than it might sound.

In other news, I have begun doing some freelance writing and editing for a site. It has been going very well, but keeping me quite busy. As a result, my blog posts have been even more random and rare than ever before. Nonetheless, for the last few days, I have been making a concerted effort to make posts here and there on my blogs. My conclusion is that I have too many blogs to maintain them all very well. However, I am loathe to delete any; therefore, my posts to all of them will continue to be rather random and sporadic, only more so.

Although there are many more things going on in my life, I think I hit on all the key points. Let's see...crawling, dirty diapers, and editing...yep, I think that pretty much covers it. How is your life going?