The Elephant in the Bedroom

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We’ve all seen those awkward commercials. Unrealistically tall, thin, good-looking actors holding hands in outdoor bathtubs and canoodling in public. The woman has silky long hair and flowing garments that might fall off at the slightest tug, and the man has a rugged jawline, piercing blue eyes and impossibly white teeth. They exchange “come hither” stares and knowing smiles, as one leads the other by the hand toward the bedroom…

But, for most couples who’ve been married a long time, igniting passion is not a matter of popping a little blue pill. There’s plenty of lead in the pencil — it’s the numerous other realities of everyday married life that get in the way of romance.

My husband, Francis, and I start yawning — not a particularly attractive human reflex I might add — about an hour after dinner, the sure sign that we only have one crime show in us before our eyelids drop. My yawns begin discretely, but as I reach maximum inhale, my face contorts, my nostrils flare and my double chin triples. Francis, on the other hand, makes a dramatic scene of every yawn, with a gasping deep inhale, followed by a hacking exhale that makes everyone around him duck for cover, and ending with a bizarre jaw-chattering finish that sounds something like, “Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gahhh!”

When we finally trudge upstairs to our bedroom, we don’t just hop in the sack. As a middle-aged couple with the typical achy joints, breathing issues and quirky habits, there is a whole rigmarole we have to go through before we can actually attempt sleep.

Unfortunately, this routine is not conducive to romance.

After the dog dutifully flops into his crate in our bedroom, Francis heads to the bathroom in his boxer shorts. With the door wide open, he makes all necessary deposits before flushing, and leaving the seat up. Then, he stands at the mirror, trying to decide whether it is worth brushing his teeth or not. Groggy eyed, we pass in the hallway just as Francis finishes up an especially noisy yawn. “Ah, ah (inhaling) … achhhhhh (the hacking exhale) … Gi, gi, gi, gi, gahhh (the dramatic finish)!”

After brushing and flossing, I take my fiber pills and ginkgo biloba, and then insert the bulky, drool producing-mouth guard that keeps me from grinding my teeth.

“I’m EX-THAUTH-TED,” I announce with a night-guard lisp after entering the bedroom. I put on my flannel pjs, while Francis fiddles with the equipment on his nightstand. It takes a few minutes for him to fix the complicated straps of his sleep apnea headgear, and at the same time, I wrestle with the Velcro fasteners of my plantar fasciitis night splint boot.

Francis flips a switch, and I hear the whirr of his C-Pap machine.

I place an extra pillow under my knees to stave off hip pains, and open my book. Francis can’t sleep with the lights on, so I grab the set of reading glasses I recently found a local discount store that have little LED lights built into them. I press the buttons on either side of the lenses, and two piercing rays illuminate the pages of my book.

“Good night Thweetie,” I lisp to my husband of 23 years in the dark.

Francis jerks out of a half slumber, and like something out of “The Alien”, turns his head toward me with four feet of flexible tubing extending from the rubber nose piece strapped to his face. I glance over at him from my contour pillow, looking like some kind of drooling underground miner, and nearly blind him with my laser beams.

He squints in recognition, and mumbles an airy reply through his plastic elephant trunk, “GNooo-Nihhht, Hhhonhhee.”

A few minutes later, in the white noise silence of our marital bedroom, ironically, the dog begins to snore.

Let’s face it, any couple who can get in the mood in the midst of all that middle aged reality has more passion in their marriage than any little blue pill could ever provide.

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Comments: 12

  1. energywriter May 7, 2016 at 8:33 am Reply

    A wonderfully descriptive bit of reality. Had to laugh. It’s reality.

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:21 pm Reply

      As they say, truth is stranger than fiction, and in this case, much funnier!

  2. michellehauser May 6, 2016 at 8:37 am Reply

    An absolute masterpiece. A funny but extremely authentic of the challenge so many people face.

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:21 pm Reply

      I’m honored to get some positive feedback from you Michelle, because you are an awesome writer!

  3. podnumber2 May 5, 2016 at 4:18 pm Reply

    I am crying from laughing so hard….if JJ slept with a CPAP, we’d be absolute twin couples. Except I yawn like Francis!! Which of course threatens to expel my mouthguard…

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:20 pm Reply

      I’m glad to hear that you and JJ are humanly flawed like the rest of us!

  4. gracile2 May 5, 2016 at 2:27 pm Reply

    Just spit out my coffee….. BAHAHAHAA!

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:19 pm Reply

      Hey, since Steve is a dentist, you must get your night guards for free! How romantic!

  5. Melissa May 5, 2016 at 1:02 pm Reply

    OMG! LOL! No really, I was laughing UNCONTROLLABLY for a while!

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:18 pm Reply

      That is exactly the kind of comment I like to get!

  6. Patrice May 5, 2016 at 12:18 pm Reply

    Oh dear Lord! So descriptive! It wouldn’t be funny if it wasn’t true!

    • Lisa Smith Molinari May 23, 2016 at 5:17 pm Reply

      We will have to discuss these topics in person when we see each other this summer, Patrice!

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