Blither Blather.

My husband likes to read in bed. Uninterrupted. This is very hard for me to comply with. I don't know what it is, but as soon as I see him all cozy in bed with his book, I have this compulsive urge to crawl into bed and start chattering about my day.

It's a problem.

One such night, I started in on my usual nightly monologue, but I decided that it rubbed me the wrong way that he was more enthralled with his book than with what I had to say. I harumphed and flopped on my side and sighed loudly, which is all girl code for "I'm mad at you until further notice", but when I surreptitiously peeked back over my shoulder to see if he was concerned, I saw him cheerfully lick his finger and turn the page.

Curses.

I fumed for a while, and thought about all the dramatic things I could say to make him feel guilty for finding a New York Times bestseller more interesting than the ins-and-outs of MY life. Finally I rolled back toward him and heaved a great sigh and the following well-thought-out words tumbled forth:

"I just...."

Well, it didn't come out exactly how I had practiced it in my head, but he turned to look at me nonetheless. "What's up?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to my mental torment. I earnestly responded, "I don't know... I just wish we talked more. I don't see you all day, and sometimes..... sometimes I just want to get into bed and blither-blather about my day."

Jason started to squeak out, "Well as riveting as that sounds...", but then he snorted with laughter, and suddenly we were both laughing so hard we were wiping away tears and grabbing at our backs, and then one or the other would say "...blither blather about my day..." and we'd shriek with more laughter and hysterics. This went on for twenty minutes. I never did tell him about my day that night.. but I'd still rank that conversation as one of our top ten. Top five, even.

Since then I have realized that whether or not someone is listening, sometimes I just like to blither blather. I have lots of opinions about lots of things, and my poor mother has five kids to call. I can't keep her on the phone her whole life. So it finally dawned on me to start a blog. People who want to tune in, can. People who want to tune me out can do that as well.

But either way, I'll get to blither blather all I want.