I’m going to be really candid and get a little personal with you right now.
My wife and I are NOT doing well.
We are constantly yelling at each other. We don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore. We rarely spend time with each other alone, and our love life is… well struggling.
I’ve been trying to pin point exactly what the cause of our current situation is. At first I thought what every logical man thinks, ‘It’s my wife’s fault.” But it wasn’t, I had to dig deeper.
Next I decided to look inward. Was it me? Am I being selfish? Lazy? Mean? Inattentive? Uncaring? But that wasn’t the problem either.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until it hit me smack in the face… Literally, my kid smacked me right in the face. She hauled off and practically clawed my right nostril clean of my face.
The Problem?… Her name is Andi, and she is 16 months old.
My wife and I yell at each other just to hear over this little ball of lungs.
We sleep in different beds because our little steam roller cannot sleep in her crib for more than a few hours.
We never get alone time because Andi thinks her umbilical chord is still attached to her mom.
Our love life is like a couple of teenagers… rare and sneaky.
Outside of Andi my wife and I are best friends. With her she makes us look like a old married couple who only stay together because of the kids, waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel… age 18/college.
But alas we are not an old married couple. We are a young married couple, who are madly in love and just happen to have these things called kids. They drive us crazy, but we love them even more for it. How does that work?