Cracked

"It's not about finding a perfect person to love--It's about learning to love an imperfect person, perfectly."

My husband cannot sit still.

I used to think it was amusing, even cute, and seemed to balance my laid-back inertia. Later, not so much. We now have a little offspring with the same problem, so I'm reminded daily it's not their fault. It's genetic, yo. But seriously?

The familiar scene.. sitting side by side at our laptops working quietly, when suddenly the table begins to vibrate.. then shake violently. Is it an earthquake? A tremor in the force? No, it's a giant leg bouncing like a jackhammer under the table. Grrrrrrr. "Nervous dear?"

If you follow me on facebook, you may have seen this post a few weeks ago...

"If your marriage can survive ____, it can survive anything. Over the years, I've filled that blank with a number of things.. stillbirth, infertility, NICU, parenting, I repeat, PARENTING, and a myriad of other various hurdles. Today I'm adding 'writing a dissertation' to that list. HOLY. MOLY. This will be a great piece of scholarly literature if we can survive with some sense of peace/sanity in tact. Not killing eachother would be a big plus!"

Well, after some thought, i don't think I'm gonna kill him, but ducktaping his legs to the chair has not been ruled out. (And there just might be a stray Valium in his next cappucino.).
 
As I type this, curled up on the couch with my iphone in hand, the big bear is sound asleep in my lap, and all is right with the world. It occurs to me that we might be a little like that cracked set of antique salt and pepper shakers you bought at a flea market ages ago. Their quirky uniqueness was always a big part of their value. Of course they're both terribly flawed, but hey-- they're a matching set. An original matching set, might I add, something becoming more and more rare these days. You could probably get a pretty penny at auction, but no-- these are definitely keepers