Comfort Doesn't Feel So Good...

As I said friday, I found myself in the dog house. The primary reason was because nothing new was going on between the wife and I in terms of our relationship. Complacency had reared it's ugly parasitic head YET AGAIN. This time it decided to suck the life out of our communication. By using a host of factors like:
Television...
umm...
television and-
Hmmm.
I'm starting to notice a trend with the t.v. (see Duhhhhhhh... entry)
Usually after work we come home, whip up something to eat, gulp it down in about five minutes, (We almost never take our time and enjoy our meals like we know we should. We realize that that time can be used to wind down, and catch up with each other in terms of what went on that day. But the wife and I have the same occupations and within them, you have to EAT FAST when you get a chance, otherwise, your lunch is gonna be cold and nasty by the time you get to it. Lunch breaks simply do not exist in our field. Because of this, we seem to have developed a reflex where, whenever food is placed in front of us, we feel we have to eat it fast. What's weird, is, we know we can just heat it back up, but we don't, because for some reason it just doesn't seem as appealing.
More on that in another entry.
Anyway, we would blaze through our dinners, then head right for the t.v. Once we sat down and got comfortable, t.v. became an exit from what went on outside it's fuzzy gaze. We would sit quietly, blurting out 1 to 2 word questions and answers.
"Tired?" "Uh-huh."
"Hungry?" "Nah."
"Going upstairs?" "Yup."
Zombies.
When t.v. time came to an end, we'd go upstairs and go to bed, only to get up and relive the previous day.
Now don't get me wrong, we've had some good interactions over the past couple of weeks, but for the most part, we pretty much have fallen into the same nightly routine. The wife was the first to realize how crummy this habit had become, and made me aware of how important it was to discontinue the lack of interaction between us. I never realized how routine can actually deteriorate a relationship. Fortunately, my lovely wife mentioned her dissatisfaction, and because of this, we have consciously taken steps this evening to keep from falling into this habit again or at least for the time being. We spent less time in front of the t.v., meditated together (and liked it), consciously slowed down and talked AND listened to each other during dinner. We plan to repeat these steps every night, because we have interacted with each other more this evening than we have the whole of last week. I have faith that this plan, if carried out diligently can prevent or at least keep routine down to a minimum.
Meditation. Me? Who'd a thunk it?
Huh.