The Forty-five minute rule

I was an educator and I loved it. But with this profession comes and endless barrage of questions during the day. Melvin instituted the 45 minute rule.  When I came home from work he would not ask me any questions and would give me time to myself for at least 45 minutes. This was my time to unwind and mellow out. We avoided arguments, disagreements and plain ole bad vibes that one can bring home from the job. If after 45  minutes I was still wired he would say, "Poo, go in there and take a nap." He would then turn off the ringer on the phone in the bed room and screen my calls. Sometimes I would just lay there and laugh at how he tip toed around trying to be quiet as if I was a "terrible two" year old who you want to stay asleep as long as possible. When I would wake up, dinner would be ready and we'd resume our romantic paradise of togetherness, just the two of us. His peaceful manner pampered the hurricane that is my mind and in his arms I was purged and ready to face another day.