A Funny Thing Happened On The Way to Bliss

Smack in the middle of my wedded days and over the first humps of blessed child-rearing, one might ask, how's the road to bliss going?

Oh you know. There's been the usual stuff like we all experience.

Broken bones, broken furniture, broken eardrums, broken windows with two-story drops, and broken other-peoples-four-tier-wedding cakes (boys? really? ya-think?); spilled milk, punch, car oil, secrets, and kitty vomit (as it was, I'm not sure why that one needed to be carried around for 3 days in a football helmet); tears for fears, TV, candy, PlayStation, show, sports, homework, and toilet bowl cleaning because I-said-so-and-that's-what-you-are-going-to-do-and-I-don't-care-if-we-never-have-company-this-time-we-are-and-no-they-can't-just-use-the-yard-because-Dad-says-that-saves-money.

Maternal hormonal mood swing-eating binges-carpet ripping'up'ing-crank phone call making-purse shopping-wall painting-hair dying-and contortionist face making;

Taco Bell date nights, 'affordable' vacations (dirt, cliff-side camping), weight gain, "lets-not-exchange-gifts-this-year-because-who-needs-presents-when-you-have-a-love-like-ours" holidays, bald patches, and fashions from the 70's wearing, when he isn't going to a 70's theme party but says it's fine because like everyone knows fashion is a 'state-of-mind'; lovers-spats . . scuffles, scraps, skirmishes . . kick-boxing, fencing, jousts, --and ninja star-throwing. (Well, that last one there, -done just for kicks.)

So, clearly we know how to have a good time, right? But bliss? Them there is strong aspirations, sister. I mean sure, we've had our moments -- but a funny thing about bliss, --it's as hard to keep down as a 2 liter of cherry 7up and dozen chocolate cake donuts. Yet just like that (hypothetical) example- I'm still more than willing to keep trying.

And no, that doesn't make me a genius.