I think the Expert regrets telling me that I could blog about our little situation on Saturday.  (By the way, thank you all for the love and support for BOTH of us. I love that you guys are on “our” team.)

He never discourages my writing, though. Never.  I just think he wishes I’d write about kitty cats in wigs or something. I know several readers would like that too…. just saying.

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We have always been good for each other that way: I make him talk and discuss things; he sometimes succeeds in shutting me up.

I came across this article this morning: Seven Reasons to Stay Married. I didn’t forward it to the Expert.  I didn’t call my mom. Instead, I am posting a link to it. Because strangely, when something comes to me in the form of utter life confusion, I find it easier to open up a Word document, pound away on my keyboard, furiously like Schroeder on the piano, until something makes sense to me.

I think the article is amazing for many reasons. I was enthralled, and the article makes me really want to stay married. When I am in a stressful life situation, I need words to line up. I need to read words, write words to understand my context.  The Expert needs to analyze the entire abstract situation, no words required. Turns out the analysis of our marriage looks much more daunting than just the sheer words of it, which is why I think he came to his conclusion.

Yesterday morning,  the Expert went for a twenty mile bike ride around our house. I think he found some energy, some peace getting out on the bike and sweating. Triathlon healing? 

That afternoon, he hung curtains in our living room. I ironed eight curtain panels. He hung four rods. My foot was killing me from standing in front of the ironing board for two hours. His arms were sore from the work, the bike ride.  I think the curtains are a good sign for our marriage. Either that…or he wants to make sure I have a pretty house when I am all alone, spinster-like, eating tubs of peanut butter.

After the kids were asleep, the Expert and I sat around and looked at the curtains, which made an incredible change to our entire house.

“We will be okay, won’t we?” I asked him.

“I think we are,” he said. “We just have some crap to work out.”

“I think we just needed curtains,” I added.

He looked at me, thinking.  “Yes. Maybe.”

Of course, issues and problems cannot be boiled down to hanging up some curtains.  But sometimes, I think putting up something pretty… trying to see life through someone else’s eyes… certainly makes the room much more warm, friendly and inviting.

Only a few more days to pre-order your “Triathlon is a Mother” tech tees.  Due to demand, I am extending out through Thursday.  Then, I am going to take a reader’s advice and put up “Marriage is a Mother” tech tees next. No, not really. Well.. maybe.