Humor Has It...

Me: Hey, the new neighbors moved in! We should say hello...
Him:  Why?
Me:  Because it's the neighborly thing to do!  We should get to know them...
Him: Nah, we know enough people...
Me: Heavy sigh...


Sometimes we have a conversation and I wonder how we ever became a couple in the first place. I have always been a social person - I can make a friend alone in a room as long as there is a mirror - my husband? Not so much...


We have been an item since 1985 (27 of our 41 years)...that still freaks me out!  Some days I want to physically harm him...others my love for him is so strong that it hurts.  Sometimes we are almost like friends...others we are teammates united against a common enemy (aka our children).  Why are we still together? In a world where divorce has become more common than a cold, how have we made it this far?  


It's because he makes me laugh.  It's simple, but true.  He can find humor in the most mundane circumstance...when we were in high school he used to nickname condiments - mustard was Mustardo Kinski - I have no idea why! But I would laugh...


He makes up fake song lyrics - we used to call him Rain Man for his uncanny ability to memorize song lyrics after listening to a CD only once or twice (of course, that was before Rain Man meant something different to us entirely...) - but he can take a song and insert a story about something else, and it's hysterical. Movie lines...his brain is stuffed with them!  Comedies, dramas, you name it - he will know the lines - go ahead and quiz him.  The shit he can do with an episode of Dora The Explorer could blow your mind, trust me! 

I tell you these things because I know to the depths of my soul that humor is what has kept us together during the past few years of coming to terms with autism as a part of our life...our ability to laugh at things that are sometimes borderline inappropriate has been a constant dating back to the beginning of our relationship...


I remember when I told Adam that Luke would be taking a bus to school - he was three years old and was going to be attending school about 15 minutes away from our house - he looked at me and said, "Like a yellow bus? A small one?" I nodded yes and I could see what he was thinking without him even saying it - Luke would be riding on what used to be referred to as the Tart Cart when we were kids..."Well, that sure came back to bite me in the ass..." he replied without missing a beat.  I burst out laughing, because in our house, sometimes the alternative to a burst of laughter is a bucket of tears. 


In a house packed with tension, laughter can cut through, providing a release that you don't even know you need until you have it...it interrupts the day-to-day frustrations and keeps us moving forward...

I realize that this may sound a bit twisted...but it works for us.

Me:  Wait until the new neighbors get a load of Luke...
Him:  You mean like when he is jumping naked on the trampoline?
Me:  Or launches his sippy cup over the bushes into their driveway...
Him:  Hey! We may finally get that 8-foot fence across the back yard that we can't afford!
Me: Way to find the bright side, hon.

You just gotta laugh ; )