Back
when we were carefree, childless newlyweds—which is to say, for four months in
2009—Dr. Husband and I consistently held a little marriage maintenance event known
as “Family Meeting.” (Thank you, couples’ counselor, for this one concrete
suggestion!) We went over the week’s schedule, discussed various domestic
issues, offered up a compliment or two, and generally did our best to Communicate
Clearly With Each Other without crying or using our angry voices or throwing
wadded-up kleenexes at our husbands.
After
an extended dry/busy/distracted/second-child-bearing spell, we resurrected the
habit and were amused/horrified to discover that we’d held our last family
meeting nearly two years ago. I was also amused/horrified to learn that the
domestic issues currently bugging me are the same ones from 2010. Among them:
our collective but un-acted upon desire for an unsagging mattress.
Apparently
two years ago I declared that we absolutely HAD to buy a properly supportive
mattress before I would even think—The
hips! Oh, the aching hips!—about getting pregnant again.
Woops.
Hi, second (and final) child.
