So I read “Babyproofing Your Marriage” and was thrilled to find that it wasn’t another vanilla bullshit schlocky treatment of the complicated issues involved in bravely trying to maintain a marriage while shepherding 800 small children through the universe. They confidently spew “ass” this and “hell” that and I suspected they were therefore at least partially my people.
And then. It occurs to me to try out some of their keen marital strengthening exercises which are discussed more in depth here… and now I feel discouraged and disheartened. It doesn’t help that I was going to have a Mommy Alone Time Weekend (another tip from the book) and visit cute mellifluous voiced Paige and attend a rocking writing seminar and then I find out that I can’t.
And suddenly I can find neither hide nor hairless spec of my past sexual sensual sinful rocking girl self. All I can think is “What happened?” I used to be all equipment this, and new tricky book that, and now I’m more like “Ok, I guess, dear” and “I’m just way too tired.”
And I wish I was calm and mature and accepting instead of loud, sweary, and kicky. I wish for grace and serenity, instead of a bloodstream full of opinions, ideas, and pepper.