Wednesday, July 22, 2015
no time to make time
we don't have a song. We've entered our 13th year of marriage and we don't have a song. It's really been bothering me lately, which I realize is dumb because it doesn't really matter. One Sunday night, driving home from my parents after dinner I brought it up in conversation...the fact that we don't have a song. Ross of course doesn't think it matters at all, but I told him that it does. I also told him that I was pretty sure my parents had a song.
He said that he would guess that they didn't.
I called my mom.
She and my dad have a song.
I'm probably not supposed to say what it is (cough - stairway to heaven - cough) but they have a song.
I had no idea.
The next day, I texted my sister to ask her if she and her husband have a song. She said no. I asked her if she knew that my parents had a song. She said yes, that it is (cough - stairway to heaven - cough).
I had no idea.
My husband is at scout camp. He is supposed to be relieved and come home today. Well, sometime late tonight is probably more like it. We haven't had a real conversation with each other for days and days and days. We haven't been on a "date" since, I think January. We haven't even managed to tell each other good night because either one of us is already asleep or we're just too tired.
I read a blog post today, of a writer who I like, and she said that she and her husband are always doing things to "keep the romance alive" and one night after their kids were asleep they jumped into their hot tub in a rain storm with a big umbrella and that they just hung out listening to the rain and talking to each other and it was "so romantic". I thought that sounded super strange, but I liked the idea of the talking part.
Keeping our lives afloat these days feels extra challenging and that there just isn't any time to spend together. Do other people sometimes feel like their spouse is their roomate, or is that just me? It's hard to figure out how to keep things interesting and engaging and not just be annoying, and a nag.
Maybe, we just really need to sit down and figure out our song. That might be the solution to everything.