Some random facts about Will and myself in no particular order:
I LOVE cupcakes.
I do not like chocolate cupcakes.
Will prefers chocolate cupcakes.
I am bossy and very stubborn.
Will is bossy and very stubborn.
I can not bake.
Will can not bake.
I am spontaneous and like to laugh.
Will likes to laugh but is not big on spontaneity.
I do not cry over spilled milk.
Will bawls over spilled milk.
We have been married for 15 years.
People ask us the secret to our happiness often.
And, so, this story begins here. We were at Wal-Mart and there I was on the cake mix aisle staring at the Betty Crocker boxes, as I often do. I always want to try and bake cupcakes, even though they never turn out. But, this day, I decided to give it a go.
I instructed Will to go and do some shopping elsewhere in the store, because deciding which box of mix and can of frosting to use was going to take me a loooong time and if both of us tried to do it, it was going to take an eternity. I ended up getting the Rainbow Chip mix and icing. As I put them in the buggy, I informed Will that he was going to be helping me make them. Cue moaning from Will.
Not only do I love cupcakes, as mentioned earlier, I also have noticed that Will and I have become so entwined in our individual agendas—work schedules, school schedules, animal schedules, etc. that we don't take time out for the little fun things anymore. Rush, rush, rush. "I have to get this story done." "I have to study for this test." Neither one of us ever sleep and the little we do sleep is not at the same time. I leave before the chickens get up to head to the hospital. Will stays up into the night writing. Day in, day out…
It's the little things in a marriage that make it tick. Once life starts becoming about other people's guidelines, rules, etc, time together as a couple begins to become less and less and less, until one day you can't remember the last time you laughed together or took a walk or just sat quietly outside.
Back to the cupcakes…I thought it might be fun for us to attempt to bake these things since neither of us really knows how. It would get our minds off of work and school for just a brief moment, and we would have lots of laughter in the process. I was sure of it.
Fast forward to the mixing of the batter…first argument…Will wanted to mix the eggs for 14 hours. I wanted him to dump them in the bowl. Ok, moving on. Will wanted to mix the batter at super high speed. I wanted him to slow it down to prevent batter from splattering the walls. Time to fill the cupcake holders. A very long discussion ensued on the meaning of "fill the cup 2/3 full." Sigh.
The mess of the batter that missed the cups and landed on the pan drove Will insane. He HAD to keep everything spotless during this entire process. I held my tongue and tried very hard not to pound him over the head with my spoon.
We managed to bake the cupcakes and while they were cooling, Will became very concerned that he was not going to have time to eat dinner before it was time to ice them. I explained that there were no time limits, but he still seemed on edge as he slammed his food down.
Once the cupcakes were cool, we both grabbed an icing spreader thingie and Will immediately informed me that I was using way too much icing. I immediately informed him back that I like a lot of icing on my cupcakes. He became very upset about this and said, "We will not have enough icing for all the cupcakes." I explained that 2 people can not eat 24 cupcakes and who really cared if we didn't have enough icing. He then said that he had planned to take some to the neighbor. I assured him there would be plenty of icing and to take a chill pill.
It was at this point that he began to try and ice the rest of the cupcakes as fast as he could in an attempt to not allow me near the tube. Shortly after, I snatched the tube from his hand and continued on. In the end, we had more then enough icing.
We sat down and ate a cupcake, which took about 3 seconds.
Moral of the story--I really don't think two Type A personality people making cupcakes together is a good idea to bring some "together time" back into the relationship. Maybe next time we should try something that doesn't require talking like skydiving or, better yet, boxing.
I do not like chocolate cupcakes.
Will prefers chocolate cupcakes.
I am bossy and very stubborn.
Will is bossy and very stubborn.
I can not bake.
Will can not bake.
I am spontaneous and like to laugh.
Will likes to laugh but is not big on spontaneity.
I do not cry over spilled milk.
Will bawls over spilled milk.
We have been married for 15 years.
People ask us the secret to our happiness often.
And, so, this story begins here. We were at Wal-Mart and there I was on the cake mix aisle staring at the Betty Crocker boxes, as I often do. I always want to try and bake cupcakes, even though they never turn out. But, this day, I decided to give it a go.
I instructed Will to go and do some shopping elsewhere in the store, because deciding which box of mix and can of frosting to use was going to take me a loooong time and if both of us tried to do it, it was going to take an eternity. I ended up getting the Rainbow Chip mix and icing. As I put them in the buggy, I informed Will that he was going to be helping me make them. Cue moaning from Will.
Not only do I love cupcakes, as mentioned earlier, I also have noticed that Will and I have become so entwined in our individual agendas—work schedules, school schedules, animal schedules, etc. that we don't take time out for the little fun things anymore. Rush, rush, rush. "I have to get this story done." "I have to study for this test." Neither one of us ever sleep and the little we do sleep is not at the same time. I leave before the chickens get up to head to the hospital. Will stays up into the night writing. Day in, day out…
It's the little things in a marriage that make it tick. Once life starts becoming about other people's guidelines, rules, etc, time together as a couple begins to become less and less and less, until one day you can't remember the last time you laughed together or took a walk or just sat quietly outside.
Back to the cupcakes…I thought it might be fun for us to attempt to bake these things since neither of us really knows how. It would get our minds off of work and school for just a brief moment, and we would have lots of laughter in the process. I was sure of it.
Fast forward to the mixing of the batter…first argument…Will wanted to mix the eggs for 14 hours. I wanted him to dump them in the bowl. Ok, moving on. Will wanted to mix the batter at super high speed. I wanted him to slow it down to prevent batter from splattering the walls. Time to fill the cupcake holders. A very long discussion ensued on the meaning of "fill the cup 2/3 full." Sigh.
The mess of the batter that missed the cups and landed on the pan drove Will insane. He HAD to keep everything spotless during this entire process. I held my tongue and tried very hard not to pound him over the head with my spoon.
We managed to bake the cupcakes and while they were cooling, Will became very concerned that he was not going to have time to eat dinner before it was time to ice them. I explained that there were no time limits, but he still seemed on edge as he slammed his food down.
Once the cupcakes were cool, we both grabbed an icing spreader thingie and Will immediately informed me that I was using way too much icing. I immediately informed him back that I like a lot of icing on my cupcakes. He became very upset about this and said, "We will not have enough icing for all the cupcakes." I explained that 2 people can not eat 24 cupcakes and who really cared if we didn't have enough icing. He then said that he had planned to take some to the neighbor. I assured him there would be plenty of icing and to take a chill pill.
It was at this point that he began to try and ice the rest of the cupcakes as fast as he could in an attempt to not allow me near the tube. Shortly after, I snatched the tube from his hand and continued on. In the end, we had more then enough icing.
We sat down and ate a cupcake, which took about 3 seconds.
Moral of the story--I really don't think two Type A personality people making cupcakes together is a good idea to bring some "together time" back into the relationship. Maybe next time we should try something that doesn't require talking like skydiving or, better yet, boxing.
