Yesterday’s post and the continuation that was on APW was about my experiences with Pre-Cana and the joy I’ve found in it, the reassurance I discovered in the process. But there was a big part I left out because APW has a wide audience, and it isn’t my blog, so I wanted to censor myself a touch. I mean, not everything is appropriate for the internet, and having a blog is a lesson in restraint 95% of the time…. even if my mother wishes I had even MORE of it. (hi mom!)
But here! These are all my people. And you wouldn’t be here if I’ve offended you in the past so here goes. So, we were almost done with our latest pre-cana session where our marriage counselor was reading off our answers. And he asked us if we would like to discuss any other points, so we looked at the sheet where our comparisons were charted (you would be surprised if you were our neighbors and heard how much we fight that we had many, many 100% compatibility sections) and Kamel wanted to discuss a question about children. He was unsure of the question that asked “I put my relationship first, before my children” or something to that effect. We’ve talked about this – how our relationship needs to be strong and cared for in order to keep our household strong and cared for, etc. But Kamel was asking about specifics. His comment was, “Well what if something happens or our kid needs us, how do we balance our children’s needs and our own?”
To which I replied, “Like if johnny breaks his leg? If johnny breaks his leg, then we cancel dinner plans, but it’s still important to make those dinner plans and keep time for ourselves barring any medical emergency.”
And the marriage counselor went on to talk about how we are the foundation of our family and we need to take time to recognize that otherwise the children will run us ragged. If we don’t make the time, it just won’t be there, etc.
Kamel then asked, “Well what if we have a disabled kid? What happens then?”
And without missing a BEAT and with a completely straight face I replied, “Well, then we drown them at birth. Problem solved.”
The look on Kamel’s face was priceless … the look of horror and of “what have you DONE?!” But the look on the catholic marriage prep leader’s face was even better. I think his jaw hit the floor, and he sort of rocked in his chair like I’d hit him. That’s when I started laughing and reassuring the room that I was joking. Jokes! Jokes!
I may be queen of the inappropriate timing, but my ability to give Kamel a mini heart attack without missing a beat is still one of the most fun things ever. Ya gotta keep it fresh, ya gotta keep it exciting. I’m sure our marriage prep guy (Steve) went home that night with a fantastic story to tell his wife. Winners all around, right?
Let’s just hope he still signs our forms next time he sees us.