Dan and I have been going to occasional marriage therapy for the last year. It started with post partum Issues I was having and continues from time to time because it’s just so darn much fun to find a babysitter and sit in a room with Dan and a practical stranger who happens to be prodding us along to talk about our deepest feelings and most personal insecurities.
Sometimes we go in with troubles to talk about and sometimes we find things we’re troubled about because we’re sitting in a room talking about all the reasons we might be troubled and we think, “Hey! Didn’t you eat the last pack of pink YOGOS?!”
Yesterday was fun because I was being a brat. “I think it’s really insensitive that you didn’t notice me tossing and turning last night because you were asleep. I obviously need a new pillow and you did nothing about it.”
Dan got a funny look on his face and said, “I have a present for you out in the car.” Hmmm.
I guess I’ve talked about the Wonder Pillow at Costco one or fifty times in the last few months so Dan had purchased it for me and was hiding it away in the trunk of his car for the next occasion to present itself. Consider an occasion presented.
The therapist waved at us through the window as Dan pulled out the surprise. Point — husband.
It’s okay. I was a winner too. I got a good night’s sleep and during the session I made a wisecrack that caused our therapist to laugh so hard he almost stopped breathing. That has to count for something.
Oh, and I got to take Dan home with me and keep him. Mmmmmm.
How do you do it? How do you make all things in life so funny and yet not minimized. Wonderwoman I guess
Sheesh. I’ve been pulling that number about a new washing machine for MONTHS and my husband has yet to pull it out of the trunk of the car.
Will Dan be hosting seminars?
Good man, that Dan.
It must be a “sleep through your alarm” week. I’ve done it twice and I don’t even have a new pillow. And yes, I’d say the score was even if your therapist crack up that much.
And I’d say Dan’s a keeper too. Besides, it would just be too hard to try to start over with a new one, don’t you think?
That’s so sweet! One of the most touching things my husband ever surprised me with was an ice scraper for my car. I almost cried when he gave it to me.
Isn’t it weird how mundane things can be so meaningful?
Man, all I can think of is, “What was the wisecrack? WHAT WAS THE WISECRACK?”
And that is why I can foresee you and me in Blogger’s Therapy, with you saying, “I gave you oodles of hilariousness and it was NEVER ENOUGH.” while I bow my head in shame because it’s so true.
Me and Jeana, we think alike.
*LOL* I have a special pillow too…I had to buy it myself though, since it’s just me and the girls..but anyway, I won’t go spend the night anywhere, without my pillow…*LOL*
That really was an act of BRILLIANCE for Dan to not only buy it but keep it until the PERFECT moment presented itself! Tell him to teach that one to my husband. Really perfect.
Oi…I’m so far behind on my blog reading! Reading four posts in a row has been a serious laugh work out.
I’ve got this mental picture of you with a little notebook hidden in your pocket, keeping score during the session. =P
Well, I’m glad the therapist DIDN’T stop breathing because no one would be believe that he (she?) actually died laughing – there was one last snort and then no more.
the occasional marital therapy is good. helps to have an outsider’s perspective.
And who DID eat the last pack of YOGOS? inquiring minds want to know.
After almost 21 years of marriage. a little therapy is a good thing- a necessary thing- for us. I always feel like the air is just a little clearer around us and that feels good.
Good for you, Kathryn…
Glad you got a good night’s rest!
Good stuff! I had to read the worm sweat article to my dh. He totally appreciated the comment to your dh about not noticing your lack of sleep while he was asleep, lol. We had lots of crazy things come up in our years of marraige therapy! LOL It was all too familiar.
I don’t know about the marriage therapy thing. I feel that as long as a married couple treat each other with the same respect they treat their best friends and not like furniture the better the communication will be. But then again, my wife and I were best friends for years and never thought there would be anything more than that so we weren’t afraid to tell all. Sometimes that comes back to haunt me. The good thing is that we love each other and we like each other. We’re still best friends that tell each other everything.
I especially loved the last line – isn’t it good to get to keep the one you like?
I love reading your posts… it’s a nice “sunbreak” here in the rainy northwest. 🙂