Author Note: Welcome to No Cigarettes, No Bologna. Feel free to read the “About” section to get the backstory on me, my blog and the blog title. Hope you like it, and if you do, leave a comment and pass it on! Thanks for reading and look forward to hearing from you.
Phil and I have a Crazy Stick: a metaphorical marital conch to be passed back and forth, giving the mitigated spouse permission to be…well, a little crazy. Overreactive. Overwhelmed. Stressed. The catch is, only one person can have it at a time. And yes, about
60% 75% 92% of the time, that person is me.
Then, we moved. Three times, to be exact – in one year. First from our house in Pennsylvania to a rental home in coastal Massachusetts…then to another rental….and finally our current home. With two kids and a dog, it was pretty stressful. I ate my share of freezer-burned Kit Kats at 3am. But Phil – my annoyingly optimistic, power-of-positive-thinking, unflappable husband – well…he really started to lose it.
His hair started falling out. He began mumbling under his breath. Some afternoons he sat in his car, stared at the steering wheel, and gnawed on the back of his hand. Phil was white-knuckling the Crazy Stick.
I looked at this role reversal as an opportunity for mutual growth – an opportunity to dig deep in search of my inner optimist. With a cheerful wife at the helm, Phil would feel free to let his guard down and be
less smiley vulnerable. I can do this, I said to myself. I can keep this ship afloat.
I embraced my new role with commitment. I picked up Phil’s underwear off the floor without complaint. I smiled supportively when he started doing weird things, like collecting lobster buoys. One morning, he vanished for hours until I spotted him running down the street, holding a sandy buoy over his head like the Stanley Cup.
“Look what I found!” he said, his eyes wide
and a little crazy.
“Nice, that’s a good one!” I said, throwing it onto the growing pile of orange styrofoam in the backyard. As his level of quirkiness escalated, I remained supportive at all costs. I was in the zone…the Donna Reed zone. I made monogrammed pot pies.
But alas, every coach turns back into a pumpkin. A string of unfortunate events (carbon monoxide poisoning, a blizzard, frozen pipes, the Noro Virus, the death of my grandmother) began to chip away at my Stepford Wife veneer – and when my 4 year old- broke her leg, my sunny exterior broke along with it. The jig was up. Donna Reed was dead. Pass the Crazy Stick, please.
The problem was, Phil was not ready to hand it over.
This was not good. This is the part in Lord of the Flies when two boys try to hold the conch at once and shit totally falls apart. Didn’t they eat someone?
On the first day of school, after putting my older daughter Emma on the bus, I sat on the front steps. My eyes landed on the paint chipping off the porch steps of our newly purchased yet very old home. The grass needed to be cut, bike helmets littered the yard, and flies circled a mound of dog poop by the mailbox. I sighed. I needed Phil to come out and make me laugh, to say, “Lighten up! Life is good, let’s go look at the ocean.”
But he didn’t come out. I could hear his voice through the window, on a conference call. I pictured him gnawing on his hand while strands of his hair floated into his fourth cup of coffee.
Something -or someone- had to give. I sent him a text: “Want to put Phoebe in the stroller and go for a quick beach walk?”
“Ok, be down in 5.”
While Phil and Phoebe looked for sea glass, I peeled off on my own for a quick jog. As I ran I looked out at the water, so clear and tempting on the first sunny day in weeks. On the way back, I saw a man swimming and thought, it would feel so good to jump in right now.
Then the man waved. It was Phil. I laughed out loud. Thank you God. He’s back.
I walked over to where a purple-casted Phoebe sat in the stroller, checking her stocks or texting the dentist in Mandarin on Phil’s IPhone. She looked up.
“You goin’ in, Mom?”
“Nah, Pheebs. I’ve got my clothes on.”
“So? Daddy went in with his clothes on.”
I smiled. “Yeah, well, that’s Dad.”
I looked at Phil waving me out. “Come in, it’s beautiful!” he shouted.
Standing there, watching Phil float on his back with the sun reflecting off the water, I realized it was time to bury the Crazy Stick in the sand. While my intention of “passing the stick” was pure, it was kind of misguided. Instead of letting Phil off the hook so I could pick up the slack, I should have just cut us both some slack. What I thought could be fixed by doing more could only be remedied by doing less.
I have learned that in times of shared stress, creating more stress is not an effective strategy. In times of shared stress, you should order a pizza. Use paper plates. Kick the underwear under the bed. Create the space to be vulnerable -fragile, even- at the same time. Then hold on to each other in this middle place. And trust that you will both be ok. In fact, you will be better than ok, because you will finally be able to breathe. And maybe even laugh at the craziness of it all.
That morning on the beach, I knew we would be ok. Only the Phil I know and love could convince me to swim fully clothed on a Tuesday. Which is exactly what I did. And as crazy as I must have looked – stumbling out of the water with my shorts falling down and mascara running down my face – it’s actually the sanest I have felt in a long time.
LOVE this! Thank you…please keep writing. The Crazy Stick connects all of us!
Thank God! What a blessing to not be alone in our lunacy;)
I love the blog title; it’s one of my favorite of your sassy mom-in-laws many stories. This blog is absolutely awesome. Your voice shines through and makes the stories/life events so immediate. What a wonderful peek into your lives. Your fully-clothed swim made me cheer! I have been hearing about your blog and writings from my Kate and now I understand why she loves reading your work.
Thank you so much Jeannie! Your supportive words mean so much to me. I was more than a little nervous putting myself out there again. So glad you and Kate enjoyed it. xoxo
love…love….love this… thanks for sharing The Crazy Stick, Phoebe, Emma, and especially you with us…. so glad your blog is back! …we’ve all had our share of Crazy Sticks in our lives.
Coleen: Thanks for the invite into the world of a wonderfully insightful and happy woman. Having lived through a marriage for 40+ years, I think Jess has it in a nutshell – that houses an elephant. I will look forward to future blogs and hope that I can enjoy what I have in my family as much as she does in her. Jess, you go girl!
Hahaha, thank you! I never thought about myself as being “happy,” but you are right! I am happy! Woohoo!! Thanks for reading and for your sweet & insightful comments. xoxox
So glad you are back and ready wow us all with your insightfulness, humor and ability to communicate what we are most likely all thinking at some point!
Thank you, Jess! We can all relate with your post. Thanks for starting your own blog!
Ditto on what everyone here has said so far. I love your writing for your hilarious stories but also for the raw truth. Your writing is also like a dose of therapy for me and the message in this particular post is exactly what I needed read about right now. Thank you.
Thanks Deanna! I figure I have spent so much money on therapy we should all reap the benefits, lol:) Thanks for your support – I think you are my #1 fan. xoxo
YAY, Jesse!!! So glad you’re back! Love this!!
Great job, Jess! Loved it from start to finish! And I have always found that jumping in the ocean with your clothes on has some kind of miraculous cure for just about any problem. Thanks!
Thanks Sue, and you are right! It puts things in perspective for sure.
Yes ! Yes! Yes! This is it Jess- looking forward to many more.
Thanks Kar, I miss you girl!
Great post Jess! I can’t wait to read more 🙂
Thanks Leigh! That means a lot coming from you, my brilliant cousin;)
Love this! You are amazing! I need an ocean to jump in right now! 🙂
THanks Mo! Come visit anytime;)
Love it Jess!!
Love it! You make stress fun! 🙂
Thanks Jess! That was spot on for lots of people and all sorts of situations!
Good for you for jumping in that ocean, I love that picture of Phil too, lol
Jessie, your humor and insight are amazing – you hit the spot!! I’m so glad you sent me your blog. I will take great vicarious pleasure in reading whatever you post. More, more!
Jessie Tres Chere –
I’ve loved you ever since you regaled The Radiant Retreat with your zany medical tales! You are a walk on comedian! We loved your honest, brave, flippant soul and hope 100% to see you again. Maybe on the Cape? I’m here until October 7th. XO KC
Aww, you are the best, Kitsie. I think of you often. I have yet to get to the Cape – it’s on my Bucket List! xoxo
Jessie….so glad to have your blog back in my life. You write so well and have a grand sense of humor. Your words of wisdom apply to us all, even after almost 50 years in my case. Love you, Aunt MAP
Yea!! She’s back!! Love it! Thanks for sharing! Always puts a smile on my face and makes me realize what’s important!! You have a gift!
Thank you Jen!
Great post. Change the name of the blog to “The Crazy Stick”: easier to remember, shorter, no cigarettes, and a decent book title if publishers ever come knocking
Great post. With any luck, hordes of lobstermen aren’t trying to track Phil down for taking their buoys. Change the name of the blog though to “The Crazy Stick”: shorter, easier to remember, no cigs, great metaphor (giving first post more purpose), and a good book title if publishers ever come calling.
Thanks Stephen, I am grateful for you expertise!
Jess, I’m looking forward to reading every post as well as watching it all evolve ~ the blog and your writing in general. I want to be the first in line at the book signing at the Barnes & Noble on Walnut Street in Phila. Or maybe the first signing can be on our front porch! You are a very talented chick. And this is some cheap therapy! Thanks!
I am so lucky to have a friend with so much faith in me! xoxo
Welcome back Jessie! Thank you for “diving back in” the blog world. I look forward to many zany tales of the Braun clan. You are amazing!!! Love, love, love, Colleen
Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous!! I missed your voice — so happy to hear it again. xox Rose