A Spoon & The Pretzel

I love to spoon. 

A wonderful thing about spooning is that you can time your breathing right so that it has the same rhythm as the person you are spooning with (this is especially true with a person near your size, as I've tried to do it with the kids and almost passed out).  

I like spooning when:

In need of empathy

In need of comfort

In need of emotional protection  

As with comparing apples and oranges, there is what I call the Pretzel. 

The Pretzel is great and I can only describe it as that physical intertwining with someone that if the two of you were to be frozen, they would have to cut off limbs in order to set you apart.    You see, I just have to write about the Pretzel, because I once told my mom that my husband and I pretzeled after an argument and that alone illustrated so much of our feelings it deserved its own journal entry.  

A pretzel is what you do:

After a hideous argument, when you have that need to become one again, and not two on opposite ends of the spectrum/bed.  

Before facing a great challenge ahead, when you must stand together

After being apart for a while

After a major crying fit  

So in one of my "Aha!" moments I learned through my own teaching that what my husband and I end up doing physically when we cuddle is just a projection of what we are feeling at the time...  which I thought was very interesting.  When we Pretzel we want to be like one.  

No matter how much additional thought I gave it, I haven't been able to come up with any other cleverly named positions. 

I'm just left with the: 

Don't-Even-Think-Of-Touching-Me-I'm-Sleeping-On-My-Belly-With-My-Face-Away-From-You-And-My-Arms-Tightly-By-My-Side position.

Which happens when:  

I'm reallllly pissed off, or 

I'm very tired.

G