[M/s 365] Crunchy moments

Today started off so well… (we’ll just leave it at that…)

And then real life hit and it was a hard day all around. Slave angie’s been up and down with pain and fatigue. I am still way behind on sleep. So, tonight, I came home and couldn’t get in the door. Simple, I knock. My hands are full of bags. I hear someone fiddling with the door, the dog is barking, then I hear kids, more fiddling with the door, then it gets shut on my face. “Open the door!” I barked. Angie opens the door, sees my face, and a crunchy moment develops. We both leave it annoyed and angry. I go outside, rake up the many thousands of acorns that our wonderful oaks have left us. Angie cooks dinner.


In past years, this would not have ended well. However, we’ve learned to not let crunchy moments sit too long without being discussed, and we’ve learned to establish a point where it’s OK to go to our respective safe zones and be there for awhile. So, we came back, discussed a bit, got to understand what happened, then went on with the evening.

Tonight’s discussion, and reconnection, allowed us to share how two people on opposite sides of a door can have completely bad experiences about just opening the door, but the situation was just all about perspective. Hard to know what was happening to each other on opposite sides of the door. So all in all, it had been a Crunchy moment – but safely navigated. Some lap time with her head in my lap, us touching and talking, gives us that physical and emotional connection that heals a lot of bumps and scrapes.

It was just another one of those nights. A small victory over the Agents of Crunch.


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Master Michael S

International Master 2014. Member of: Chicago Leather Club, Chicago Leathermen Group, MAsT: Greater Chicago. Longtime leatherman. One of the Four Horsemen.

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