Therapy is a test where the answer to every question is: because of my mother

Couples therapy. It sounds so lame. But...

First meeting was a rousing success. The title says more than you can imagine!

In all seriousness, the therapy session was a huge huge win. A weight off my shoulders. I see why this works if you have the right elements in place. It's why games have referees and coaches: athletes might have a lot of talent, but even McNabb or Manning needs help with the rules and a playbook. Hell, Staubach didn't coach himself. The '72 Dolphins had Shula and refs there to help them. The 'skins had Norv Turner in the 90's. Uh. Wait. Nope. No...we can't use that. Strike that last one.

But I digress.

It went well. Got to unload a bit. Got some advice. Both got some reprimands for crazy, ultra competitive fighting and related behaviour. Looking forward to the next session on Friday. Putting off the eye exam in favor of another session with the BF and the Dr.

Also anticipating girls night out tomorrow. Just had a lunch debrief on the psychoanalysis with Rock Star and she was as optimistic as me. To celebrate, we're planning a school night outing for libations. I have a dinner first with one of my fellow suburban moms, but now have a post-dinner drinkfest with the girls to look forward to as well. Long overdue.

And in closing:

A psychiatrist is a man who goes to a strip club and watches the audience...