Spring was in the air.
The future seemed limitless.
Anything was possible– we were in Love… LoveLoveLove.
At the beginning it’s all heat and being bullet proof – together.
Then comes children and it’s about stamina and making time.
Then, it’s about hoping your kids don’t screw-up too badly and how to pay for college. These both seem impossible but you’re still a romantic.
Eventually, the kids make it out in one piece and you, somehow, find a way to finance their education. Of course, you’ll have to give up dental checkups and give blood every week, but the little darlings are soooo worth it.
Then something takes you by surprise as you find yourselves staring like deers in headlights at the empty in your home.
What the hell do you do with each other now?
Can you still hold a conversation?
How do you cook for two?
Can we have sex if we’re not trying to fit it in between waving one kid off for a Friday night date with the car keys and the other who will come home from the football game with a posse of friends for a sleepover? These small ‘windows’ of opportunity were soooo motivating….
Eventually, you find, that the time provided between college holiday breaks is kinda fun. You can do this. Dinner is served later and you rediscover the cocktail hour. You play the music you like and even dance a little. You’re, dare I say it- giddy.
And this lasts about four years.
The little sons-of-bitches grow-up and start their adult lives. They don’t come home as often and make investments without your council.
ExcuseExcuseExcuse like you earned one. Who do you think pushed a bowling ball out of a garden hose to bring you here?
You’re left with wider berths of not being the Center of the Universe and your husband’s socks are still in a pile.
He snores now too.
kill me now
You’re ready to crack open a new book.
He’s still reading the same old classic.
You want to sip champagne from ruby slippers in St. Petersburg while draped in an ermine robe with a carriage boy, named… (Oh, who gives a damn), who plies you with caviar from the Red Sea.
He wants to fly fish the Colorado.
You’ll just have to get used to trout…
…and the carriage boy wears waders.