Running Red Momma

It seems I don't grow much wiser with age. I used to hope for it. Now,  I am amused at the slowness of my human learning.  I just enjoyed the delights of a lovely BBC miniseries-- North & South.   It has all of the charm we ladies love: complicated love, men loving woman who refuse them, passionate declarations, costumes, compelling musical scores and of course... kissing while holding the woman's face. Yes, I rewatched some scenes on you tube.  I found it very romantic.  I don't know what it is about wide skirts and accents that gets me every time.   But, I also paused to think on my own relationship.   I am swooning over these scenes and maybe neglecting my own personal ones.  I have a sweet, dedicated husband who I can kiss all the time.  He has a deep, romantic baritone voice, plays the guitar, has a deep laugh, is kind, thoughtful, intelligent and hard working.  Yet, I have probably seen the kissing scene from this BBC actor a few extra-times.  What is it about wom...

When I was a teenager, we used to hear the urban myth of a married couple putting pennies in a jar for each time they had sex.  Thereafter, in the years following, the couple should withdraw a penny for the same concept.  The idea being the jar would never empty.  I guess that is the myth part. Actually, I am relieved  it can still be great after ten years and three kids.    You never know how time, marriage, kids and health can impact your personal recreation.   However,  there have been a few books lately about having sex for 100 days or a year straight (what can I say, I fold laundry while watching tv).  Honey, I am not on that boat.  I don't see myself enjoying that kind of a commitment.  For me, the next morning is about smiling to myself, "Yeah, I got some."  It makes my whole day great and I think of my husband more that day.  I like the spontaneous nature of the whole thing; little else in my life feels off the cuff.  It don't eat ice cream every day either.  ...

So, I couldn't think of a more clever title, but I'll get back to that. You know what I learned after being in a sunshine state of bliss for seven days? Well, I must add that I did not have my kids. Marriage is a lot easier without children. Marriage is a lot easier with maids. You know, on second thought, I need to make a list. Marriage is a lot easier : without kids with maids without cooking without snow without laundry without cars with sunsets with oodles of leisure time with enough sleep with enough money (or just ignoring the bills for a week) with lush beauty surrounding you with naps with holding hands each day with laughter I know we have made it through ten years of life. We have seen each other through children, unemployment (twice), medical scares, sickness, post-partum, life-doubts, fear, anger, bad days or months, family-problems, funerals and more body-fluid incidents than I care to describe. So, these seven days of idyllic calm were so simple and joyf...