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Save Energy…Don’t Smile

Some good friends of mine will be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary this weekend. I woke up today thinking that this is an amazing accomplishment. Why?

Because,

“Love isn’t about fate and magic bracelets and destiny. It’s about finding someone you can stand to be around for 10 minutes at a time.” – Schuyler Fisk as Lane Leonard in Snow Day

Now, I don’t know anything about magic bracelets, but I do know that the number of people who can stand to spend ten minutes with the person they’ve been married to for twenty years is not-so-many. I also know that you don’t always have the energy to give your ten-minute-partner their ten minutes. This is bad news for any relationship. You MUST save your energy. Ten years ago, I wrote about this problem in a failed attempt to get a job as a ‘sort of Erma Bombeckish’ columnist.

To my friends on their twentieth anniversary: for you I spent two hours rummaging through the attic to find this. I can’t decide if it’s awkward, or awkwardly cute. As much as it pains me, I’m not going to edit it. The dream I had on my honeymoon is real.

Energy Squares
There are energy candy bars, energy drinks, energy magnets, and energy meditations. There are energizing lotions, bath salts, and naps. (The ‘power nap’ is an oxy-moron if you ask me.) You can even go to an ‘oxygen-bar’ and get yourself energized with fresh-pumped oxygen. I have a husband and three small children, and the last thing I want is to get myself energized. Honestly, I’d just like to get eight straight hours of good old-fashioned sleep.

The last time I had a good night’s sleep was on my wedding night. We were so exhausted we fell asleep without so much as a goodnight kiss. In wedded bliss I dreamed…the worst case scenario of course!

I was standing under a beautiful tree with massive, sprawling branches. I held a baby on my hip. My husband was standing across from me with, ‘the other woman’. I had a long stick in my hand and I was drawing a grid in the dirt. Inside each square of the grid I drew an X, and gave each X a name: work, friends, family, the kids, the dog, the car, more work, colleagues – the list went on and on. Finally, when I reached the last X, I scribbled it out furiously and said, “You didn’t save one for us! At the end of the day, there was nothing left!”

I told my husband of the dream as soon as we woke up. After his initial word of wisdom, “Wow,” we decided that the dream was an omen. We now knew our pitfall and could avoid it. A plan to save our marriage was put into action. (One day after it began!)

We made love every morning. We ate all our meals together, having titillating conversations all the while. We read to each other. We held hands and kissed in public places. When it was sunny, we went for long walks on the beach. If it was raining, we lay in bed and counted the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. We made love every night. We officially established an energy square that was ours, and ours alone.

Four days later, the honeymoon ended and we went home.

My husband and I still try to save a little energy each day for each other. Here is one example of the ‘energy conservation’ methods we have found useful:

If I catch myself about to smile and exchange pleasantries with the grocery clerk, I stop myself so that I’ll have the energy to smile and exchange pleasantries with my husband in the evening. If my husband’s boss is talking to him, he tunes out and merely nods in response, thus saving enough energy to listen and respond to the pleasantries that I very nearly gave away to the grocery clerk.

Little did I know on my wedding night how important my dream would be. And the other woman in my dream? There is no other woman. My husband would never have the energy.

The End.

Happy Anniversary my friends! Enjoy it and spend ten minutes together!

-TMarie

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  1. Kristen #
    March 10, 2011

    “Four days later, the honeymoon ended and we went home.”

    That made me laugh out loud at work.

    Luckily, nosy co-worker is away for lunch.

  2. March 10, 2011

    Dear TMarie,

    I suspect that many of your readers are in the station in life where significant milestones are forthcoming. Coincidentally, the wonderful wife and I recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary, so I when read this, I imagined that it had been written about us. Frankly, I was very touched.

    As a public service for fellow male readers, I offer the following tips:

    The 20th wedding anniversary traditionally calls for “gifts of china”. Please do not confuse this with “gifts made in China”, as this tragic mistake will greatly reduce the probability that you will celebrate a 21st wedding anniversary.

    Our house is well stocked in the china depart, so my 20th wedding anniversary gift shopping list looked like this:

    1) Jewelry
    2) Flowers
    3) Jewelry
    4) Weekend at the Beach
    5) Jewelry
    6) Nordstrom Gift Card
    7) Jewelry

    Reading your post above, I realized that my gift list was sorely lacking in regards to energy savings. I need to add a little something, so that the wonderful wife and I will have more energy to do the things we enjoy. I have an awkward unfession: for some odd reason, I have never been able to unhook a bra clip. There will be those amorous situations where I will fight with the bra clip for twenty, or thirty minutes. Once unclipped, I usually collapse from exhaustion. In the interest of energy savings, I have added an eighth item to my 20th wedding anniversary gift shopping list:

    8) Clap-Off Bra
    http://tinyurl.com/4cbpk2a

  3. J. Dawg #
    March 10, 2011

    TMarie-ALWAYS SO TIMELY!
    The kid, age 10 is about to sleep away without either one of us parents for the first time.
    I recently found a band that had me dancing for almost 3 hours straight (I had given up finding anywhere to dance, any music to dance to, etc…why aren’t there ADULT dancing clubs around here?! Weird! Anywho, while I was dancing to my band, the old man was off dancing at the coast with an out of town friend. I told him I planned to go see this band again and he invited himself along-YAY! He had always responded, “No” whenever I told him, “Take me dancing.”
    SOOOOOOOOOooooo, let’s see if we can figure out how to have fun together after 10 years of tag team parenting!!!!!! I think the only reason this marriage has survived is because we reamain ever hopeful!

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