Jenny will tell you that Sleeping With Ward Cleaver is not exactly a romance.
But to me, it was.
I loved the idea of this book as a romance — not a romance novel — but a romance. Most chick flicks and romance novels end just as the relationship is beginning, when everything is fun and tingly and simple — Long before the dryer catches on fire, the kids vomit ketchup on the new bedspread, or you hear the wild and crazy Spam merger story for the 419th time.
What I liked about Sleeping With Ward Cleaver is that it’s a romance with the guy you’re already married to. (Which, anyone who’s married knows, is sometimes a bit of a challenge.)
I think when a lot of women think romance, they imagine George Clooney, or that hottie guy they dated in college – not their husbands.
I interviewed Jenny a few weeks ago for an article on Lavalife and a segment on Daytime, and she told me “I’m a 20-year marriage veteran with three kids, and I think we can all relate to the marriage blues. I watched my parents go through a difficult divorce, and I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of taking a cruddy marriage and making it good again.”
I thought this was an interesting idea. Who among us sees our husband snoring away, slurping his minestrone, or clipping his monster toenails and thinks, “mmm, now that’s my kinda man!”?
Often, we don’t notice what we have until it’s in danger of slipping away. But it occurs to me that no one looks at their husband or wife in the beginning of the relationship and thinks, well, you’re annoying as crap, but I guess I’ll marry you anyway.
We start out in love.
When we first fall for someone, we see all of the good things about our partner, their possibilities, all the ways they fit with us. After we’ve been together for awhile, their flaws start piling up, like the dirty socks they leave by the bed.
I think the idea of finding love in your own marriage is inspiring. And you need not look any further than the snoring spouse, drooling on the pillow, on the other side of your bed.