Being married is a bliss. Ok, scratch that. Being married is pure bliss. :)
Long gone were the days of countless trips to Jalan TAR, sleepless nights doing DIY projects and the ultimatum, the pain of looking at your monthly bank statement. I bet every ex-bride nodding to this, no?
Though being married is indeed a bliss, it also has its downside. I notice and have to live with the fact that the toothpaste, toilet paper, shower cream and other basic toiletries and cereal finished twice as fast than the usual and the amount of clothes to be folded also doubled. Heh.
Being married is also therapeutic because you have your own shrink that is bonded for life except the service is FOC! Like whenever I am down or stressed out with my job/daily routine or the fact that my career is going nowhere, I at least have someone that I can count on and cry to. Or, get a hug or two. I bet, no shrink in the world would ever do that!
People often say that change is good. Change for the better is good. Alhamdulillah, being married in a way has made me a better person. I curse less (but not when I am driving alone. Haha!), got my temper checked and as of late, I frown less too. I have this habit of frowning my forehead a bit too much and frequent and apparently my husband is afraid of me getting premature wrinkles (that or he's plainly annoyed) that every now and then he HAS to stop me from doing it! Hehe.
I also has started cooking again. Oh yes, I cook. Five years studying overseas has taught me a lot of recipes. Some googled, some are hand-down recipes from mom, from friend's and some are created (out of trial and error) by none other that yours truly. Surprise, surprise! As much as I would consider myself as a modern woman, I couldn't help but feel that it is a must for every woman to know how to cook. If you don't know, you learn. Cooking cannot be inherited, it's a skill that must be learn and mastered over the years. Like riding a bike. You'll get a hang of it. Slowly, but you'll get it. Alhamdulillah, I am blessed with a husband who is not a fussy eater. As long as the meal has at least 1 veggie dish, he'll be happy as a clam. And it's my turn to be happy as a clam if he's doing the dishes afterwards. HAHA.
2 months and counting. Insya Allah.
So, how's married life treating you so far?