I’m writing a book with this title. It’s all about getting to know and love your crazy, and then putting out the welcome mat for another person’s crazy, either the one you don’t yet have, or the one who is sleeping next to you, snoring her head off. Sorry for the tease, but not yet ready to share!
I will say this–we’ve been having some conflict about an impasse issue, and I’ve been trying to take space and contain my irritation and criticism of my partner. (She says she can hear every word, whether I open my mouth or not.) But I miss her. So today I had this full body fit, trying not to hug her, because once that happens all bets are off. I end up in the bathroom, where I say, “Let’s fist fight.” So she puts up her palms (standing there in her sports bra and jeans, hair wet and sticking up like Alfalfa), and I baby punch them, screwing up my face as hard as I can like a mad cartoon character. Then I put up my hands and she baby slaps them until I tell her a slap fight isn’t a fist fight and then she baby punches them, finally doing it right (I do make the rules here, at least about important things). And then she holds out her pinky, this soft compassionate look on her face, and I hold out mine, but I don’t touch her (still trying to take space). And I say, “ET phone home.” She looks at me. I say, “But I can’t get a connection.” And then, almost at the same moment, we both take our hands to our ears in fake cell phones and say, “Can you hear me now?”
This is what passes for sanity around here. Just saying.