{ 2007 06 10 }

Cortisone Territory

On this, the day of our 7th wedding anniversary, Paul greeted me in his own special way.

“Need any cortisone?”

“For what?”

“Got a 7-year itch?”

Seven years of these jokes, and yet, I’m nowhere near as insane as one would suspect. And I still have a sense of smell. These must be proof that Paul and I were meant to be together.

Seven? That is a number close to 100, right? Because certainly it takes a number that big to hold all the things that have happened since we got married.

Now we consider our lives in two units. One is the current era, the SITKOM era, where we are essentially defined by a Single Income, Two Kids, Oppressive Mortgage. (To be fair, I do bring in an occasional teaching or consulting check. But truly, SITKOM sounds much better than DITCOM.) The other, previous era is the DINK era, where we were Double Income, No Kids. This is also known as a dream state where we frivolously whiled away our days. Had we known what we know now, we’d have learned four languages, traveled the globe in a kayak twice over, and painted reproductions of Michaelangelo’s Sistine Chapel masterpiece in every room of the house. And don’t even talk about the missed opportunities for sleep.

We’ve lived and learned and now we’re SITKOMs. Somewhat predictable in plot, using a laugh track to keep things moving.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Posted by holly on Sunday, June 10th, 2007, at 9:01 pm, and filed under Uncategorized.

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