The other day, the Today Show provided me with this statistic:
“90% of couples had less marital satisfaction after the birth of the first child.”
(I can only assume that the braintrusts at Texas A&M and the University of Denver are tripping over themselves to release their other, equally scintillating, groundbreaking findings: “Oxygen: Good for breathing.” and “Nearly all people need to eat food, sometimes.”)
I don’t think it needs to be that way.
It takes work.
Oh sure, when you’ve been together for a long time, and you’ve had a couple of kids, it can be tough to keep things interesting.
Because the day to day mundanity can be mind-numbing. The kids take up an outsize amount of your attention. And at a certain point, you’ve heard all the good stories that either of you ever had in your arsenal.
So its important, every now and again, to take a road trip. To lull those kids to sleep with DVDs. To keep yourselves awake with Red Bull at 10 o’clock at night. To gaze at each other by the blue glow of the satellite radio receiver. To listen to the music of your inglorious past. And to let the memories lead to conversations. Conversations that remind you that you don’t know everything there is to know about your spouse:
“I don’t know what kind of girls you grew up with, but mister, what you’ve just described is not 3rd base.”