marriage, feminism & guest blogging

What a day. What a week.

Tristan went back to school today. One down. Toby, parker and eliza are all still sick. That makes one full week, since last monday, that i've had sick kids. It changes your reality, these sick kids. I've found it challenging, to say the least, to continue writing in these past eight days.

And so. And so i welcomed shane's input last night. And so it was a departure from what i would normally say, from what lines i would normally cross. When he sat down at the computer i watched him from the couch (chesterfield) and wondered what he would say about me. I hoped he would wax poetic about his love for me. How i am perfect. Everything he ever dreamed of.

But, i am not perfect. I am full of holes in logic, perception and reality. The thing is. The thing is he knows all that. He knows exactly who i am. And that...THAT...is exactly what makes love happen. Sure, i found his description of me a little tactless, a little base. But, in the heat of the moment there is no tact, no grace...just panties and bras in the way of what we really desire. And what we desire, in my house, is close personal contact - skin on skin - and i love him for all his honesty and abruptness about that.

Because when it comes down to it, the reason we are a team, is because of this strong bond that we have - emotionally and physically. Saggy boobs, beer bellies and all.

And yes, we introduced wine and beer back in to our household on sunday night. And thank you to everybody that commented to shane, and all the dads, and all the people i have never heard from before. It has been an exhilarating day of phone calls home to office; "sixteen comments! i am totally winning!"

And thank-you for not quite letting him win. And i won't let him guest blog again for, at least, awhile. Lest it get to his head.