Matrimony, Day 5

I particularly loved the way my last post was articulate, spelled corretly, and informative. Clearly marriage has addled my brain.
Being married to a muscle machine means that my mornings are filled with protein and physical exertion. The home gym helps. I may be flabby today, but soon I expect I'll look like Barbie for real.
The kids are having a blast. Michael is training like a machine, himself, with two-a-day football practice. Don is mostly watching TV, when he's not begging to have Austin come over. His football practice begins tomorrow, so I expect his life to change radically. The other two are not reallyfinding their lives altered all that much, I suppose.
I'm finding myself to be quite sleep deprived. Tim needs an average of an hour and a half of sleep every day, and I need something closer to ten. Moving always makes it weird to fall asleep. Here, I am in new surroundings, in a strange bed, and right next to another human being. Plus, the ice maker in the fridge is really loud at night. Last night I think I passed out from sheer exhaustion.
That's what coffee is for, right?
I like marriage, still, which is promising. I went to jump in the car this morning to pick Michael up from practice, and found that Tim had filled the gas tank when I wasn't looking. That's a glorious thing. I hate the gas station. Plus, my Grandpa always filled the gas tank for Granny for years and years. So, in my mind I associate that act of kindness with a stellar husband.
Plus, he always brings me coffee in bed.
And he cooks dinner every night.
Hate me yet?
Life is sweet.