Frankenbutt and I slept in the living room and gave our bedroom to our friends. I had taken whatever clothes he and I would need for the week out of our bedroom and moved them to the laundry area so that they could have privacy and we wouldn't be running in and out for socks, shirts, etc. It was a great plan and I think it worked well.
On Tuesday, Sheena and I decided to find a beach to go to while Phil and Frankenbutt attempted to go to a spring training baseball game. As I pulled on my version of a swimsuit (Board shorts and a sports tank), I caught a glimpse of my armpit and realized, IT WAS TIME.
Phil was dressing in the bedroom and Sheena was enjoying some morning coffee. I told Sheena she was about to learn one of the dirty little secrets of our marriage. I went to the bathroom and pulled out my epillator. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a device that pulls the hair out of your skin rather than shaving it off at the surface. Some people think they're torturous, I'm ok with them. And I love that I only need to epillate my armpits and legs about every 3 weeks. The only problem is that I can't epillate my own armpits, at least not without injuring myself.
I laid across the bed and called Frankenbutt who said "Oh, no. It's not that time of the month already is it?" Sheena looked a bit confused and then watched as Frankenbutt gently maneuvered the whirring epillator through each of my armpits and removed every trace of hair. She was fascinated with the device and thought it very endearing that Frankenbutt was willing to do the deed.
My poor husband has been epillating my armpits for 15 years! If there's a heaven, he should get in just for that. He also puts up with my inability to cook and prepares most all of our meals. I've made him coffee just about every morning of our lives since we got together and I bring it to his bedside. He loves waking up and drinking coffee while he's still in bed.
I don't know how everyone else's marriage works, but I know that we've fallen into a rhythm of what each of us does and what we expect the other to do. Don't get me wrong. We don't have high expectations of one another when it comes to day to day life. We don't keep an immaculate home and we don't hassle each other for the little stuff. We both believe that home ought to be your sanctuary, the place where you can truly relax. I pick up his dirty underwear almost daily and clean the pistachio shells off his nightstand when he's had a late night snack. He food shops, cooks and epillates my armpits. We look at each other's sore spots and provide armchair medical wisdom on how to treat rashes and rubs.
Our marriage isn't glamorous; It's comfortable and easy. We have been with each other through amazing highs and lows. We've suffered together through days of waiting for biopsy results and long, sleepless nights of wondering how we're ever going to put kids through college. We've celebrated buying our first home together and also buying fixer uppers that most others would not have considered purchasing. We've lived in a big, beautiful 3600 sq. foot home on 28 acres and a simple 900 sq. foot home on less than an acre.
Through it all, I've brought him coffee in bed and picked up his dirty underwear; and he prepared all the meals and epillated my armpits. When our world was off kilter and felt like we'd never move forward, we kept doing the things that made each other's life easy. We were each other's daily comfort; each other's reprieve from anything life handed us.
We are counting on that to see us through the difficult days of riding ahead. We know there will be a point when this trip will not be as exciting as it is right now; when it will be about pedalling up a lot of hills in hot, sticky weather. During the times when it will be easy to be grumpy and take it out on one another, I hope we'll both remember to be each other's comfort. I also truly hope that all 3 of our children find someone to share the ease of living life together; of being each other's comfort.