Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you.
Honestly, 2015 was a shit year and I’m glad to see it go.
Thank you for reading and encouraging me to write. I’ve spent the past week binge watching In Treatment (HBO, 2008) Season 1 and reconnecting with my husband Odie. Full-time jobs, parenting, and money problems can make us very unromantic. I’m often in a hurry to put my headphones on and disconnect while he’s longing for connection. We juggle and shuffle the kids around – taking turns cooking, cleaning, driving, picking up, bathing – and sidestep each other.
It reminds me of an old joke: How do you have married sex? You pass each other in the hallway and scream, “FUCK YOU!”
I wouldn’t say we’re like that; sex is actually the only thing we have in common. But we have our troubles like any couple.
This New Year’s Eve, we’re staying in with our kids and our friends’ kids so the friends can celebrate their 10 year anniversary. Tomorrow, we start 2016 with optimism. We know what we need to do to make our life better together. Time to get to work.
I wish you all a safe and Happy New Year, and may there be (more) peace on Earth.