Venus, Mars, Mom, Dad

I sat in The Room tonight amid piles of tiny clothes and plastic containers of stuff I have forgotten what to do with exactly. I made Jason join me and discuss where to put stuff and hang stuff, forcing him to make plans for the weekend and next week surrounding, you know, the Major Life Change.

He started shuffling nervously in what little floor real estate is available in the room, and finally said, "You're making me nervous. All you want to do is talk about it, and all I want to do is not talk about it. Do you think maybe you could stew quietly in here by yourself?"

And the poor guy has been such a good sherpa/painter/gofer/parent/saint of a man, that in a rare moment of hormonal balance and generosity, I said, "Yes, babe, I can stew quietly by myself."