“I’m going to bed” and other misunderstandings
March 20, 2007
After being married to the same person for almost 17 years, you learn where your strengths and weaknesses lie. Areas where you are strong and also where you are incompatible. I have to confess something to you. There is an area of incompatibility that Clint and I have suffered through for years. Come here so I can whisper it to you. Shhhh…it’s in the bedroom. Oh, whatever! Had you going there, didn’t I you gutter-minded people! Not like “in the bedroom”, but in the room in which the bed happens to be.
You see, it all begins with 4 little words: “I’m going to bed.” Oh, sure, on the surface they seem innocent enough, but in truth, they are words that can strain even the best of marriages. You see, to him “I’m going to bed” means, I am going to go get in bed, turn out the light and go to sleep. I KNOW. Totally weird! I don’t get it either.
For me “I’m going to bed” means: I am going to: go check email one last time; check on the kids; get a drink; make sure everything is turned off, locked or put away; grab a book–maybe a DVD depending on how tired I am; grab my notebook; brush my teeth etc; make sure I set my alarm; crawl in bed and then…well, I read, watch a DVD, type on the laptop or want to talk. Honest it is so often the talking. Love the talking. Such a weakness, I get that.
Can you see the incompatibility here? (Yes, I know. HE does make things difficult!)
Here are just a few things that I have found that my beloved does NOT find amusing when we accidentally hit the bedroom at the same time.
1) Poking him after he has turned off his light because I am cracking up and then insisting he read the warning label on the bottle of sleeping pills that says May Cause Drowsiness because that is just too funny. He really doesn’t want to read it and probably doesn’t think it is funny. Also, the giggling about it for a minute or so will not change his mind on this.
2) Watching anything on the portable DVD player that will make me laugh is forbidden because–if you know me, you know this– I do not have the little demure “how cute” laugh. If something is funny, I laugh all out, balls to the wall and have even been known to giggle-snort a time or two. Even if I retell the scene that I am laughing about, he still does not find it funny. (Oh, and shoving the DVD player into his face does not help the situation. In fact, it usually gets the DVD player taken away. I’m just sayin’.)
3) Just because he is quiet, that certainly does not mean he is opening the door for me to explain my ENTIRE day in excruciating detail right up to the moment he joined me in the bedroom. To him, quiet means going to sleep. Like I knew that?! Quiet means: “Okay, now YOU talk.” Duh!
4) Nights when I am in a silly, babble-assing mood, I really, really, reeeeaaally need to learn to dial down the crazy. He is not impressed by the Shadow of Doom, Networks in Love or really hearing anything that starts off with, “Omigod! You are totally not going to believe this, but…” followed closely by “Today, in People magazine I read…” That will get me the glare of death or the “punch the pillow in exasperation” thing. Both…not so good.
5) I really should only listen to calm, soothing music on my Zune when I am trying to fall asleep because he REALLY does not not not like to be awakened to the screeches of me singing KISS’s Rock and Roll All Nite. I mean, he REALLY does not like that. At all. Not one bit. I’m just sayin’. Oh, and even if there is no singing involved, head banging, hip tapping, and bed dancing are also unacceptable. And singing Cheap Trick’s I Want You To Want Me is NOT foreplay. Who knew?
6) Finally, when he suggests that perhaps I go to bed a good hour earlier than he does, that does not necessarily mean that he is worried that I am not getting a good night’s sleep. Oh, no sir, it does not. It actually means that he is hoping against all odds that all of the insanity that occurs after I utter the words “I’m going to bed” will have died down and I just might actually be asleep or nearly there by the time he gets into bed. Silly, silly man. Does he not know that as soon as I hear him come in, I am more than ready to talk or sing or poke at him.
I mean, that is what marriage is all about, right?
Oh this is just perfect….he just now this very second gave me:
7) I really should NOT read my blog entry to him when he comes in, gets into bed and turns out his light. He won’t think it is funny. Won’t laugh. And REALLY will not appreciate the genius that is late night writing. In fact, as I type I am getting the glare AND the pillow hit. Awwww, I just love this man. But really, I am totally about to lose my laptop if I don’t go. Now.
Besides, I have Season 4 of Scrubs to watch on DVD. Which will violate #2, but I like to live on the edge. Might even fire up the old Zune just for fun! (Yes, it actually IS okay to feel sorry for him. Just don’t tell me about it.)
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Posted by Jenn @ 12:52 am
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