There are days & nights - honest to Goddess - that I think, "Hmmm. Wouldn't it be swell if life were just filled with joy & happiness & laughter & problem free. How delightful? How delightful & fabulous. Gee, that sounds so... utterly glorious!"
I'm guessing I'm not alone.
By joy & happiness & laughter & problem free I mean ... no electrical storms to knock out power for days, money coming in as in a steady stream - not just going out like a hemorrhaging blood bath, being able to wear the same size jeans I wore, um, let's just say about SIX MONTHS AGO ago without having to hold in both my stomach and my breath simultaneously for, oh I don't know, three... four hours at a pop, for both my cats TO NOT, I repeat TO NOT, throw up hair-balls at the same time, for the ceiling to NOT cave in because too much ice is on the roof, for Ken to not back into another car in a parking lot because he was pre-occupied with the NY Giants game on the radio thank you very much, and ... no health issues.
The list is long.
Then something happened. Sort of like an epiphany, but not, not really an epiphany, more of an Aha moment but bigger. Bigger than Aha, smaller than an epiphany. I don't know what that's called, maybe an epiph-AH moment. Ken and I were in the car, driving back from New York City. He was driving, I was... well... you know, telling him how to drive: slow down, stay in one lane, stop with the merging... go SLOWER. MUCH MUCH SLOWER NOW. THIS MINUTE. NOW. This is something we do, like most couples I know, on a daily basis. The minute we pull out of the garage, I turn into the devil doll. I do.