Recently, I read a post by The Bloggess – And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.
It has obviously struck a chord with people – there are greeting cards available and a Facebook page dedicated to Beyoncé, the giant metal chicken. And oh yeah, by the time I left a comment on the post, there were more than three-thousand already (mine is #3394). Some were vicious, I cannot imagine why. Maybe those folks have a heart two sizes too small or a mouth three sizes too big.
Regardless, the phenomenon of Beyoncé’s catch-phrase “Knock-knock, motherfucker” is hard to ignore. Sculptures of chickens (YES, we get that they are really roosters) from the very small to the very tall are flying off the shelves at Home Goods stores everywhere. They are disappearing from flea market tables and causing many close-calls on the back roads of America where local nurseries and antique stores dare display these items in sight of drivers.
It seems The Bloggess has unintentionally created a universal litmus test for the strength of marriage and perhaps even a whole new meaning to gift registry for anniversaries. I even found a football forum online that discussed Beyoncé, the giant metal chicken at length.
Some guy on the football forum risked his own manhood to leave this comment:
“Y’all living with women–what are you fighting over towels for? I think that’s the most popular impulse item they like to buy–they’re relatively inexpensive, and an easy way to redesign a bath with colors. New towels ensure that they’re fresh and fuzzy and that gives your lady a thrill coming out of the bath….Let it happen! Embrace it! Plus–then you’ve got a constant supply of older towels for washing dogs and trucks, and mechanicing when they really hit the dirt. Ultimately it’s a wonderful way to keep good rags around.”
My point is this – either your husband will find the humor in this story or not. Because let me tell you, it ain’t about the towels. And it sure as hell isn’t about the money. Some lessons are priceless. Sometimes humor in a marriage is priceless.
Sometimes humor amidst the everyday crap is really, truly invaluable.
SGM loved this post by The Bloggess. He totally gets it. I am not so certain he would have found the humor in it six years ago or so. But when you survive certain bumps in the road like 4q, two wars and a sprinkle of autism thrown in – you quickly learn what battles to pick. And you learn that at the end of the day, if you’ve spent a few bucks on happiness – on something that will be a constant reminder of what really matters in life – it was worth every penny.
SGM loves Beyoncé’s story even more because he has seen the laughter it has brought to so many of my fellow autism Warrior Mamas, too. And THEIR spouses.
So with his blessing we will soon have a new houseguest.
But Solange (pronounced so-LANZH) will not be staying for too long. He will be making the rounds on a national tour of us Warrior Mamas’ homes. Because not only should we all learn to pick our battles, but we should share the ammo, too.