The Man Cave
We have Batman in our bedroom.
Let me explain a little. When Jason and I were first married, I wanted to make all the decisions with him 50/50. Equal partners and all. And I mean ALL the decisions. Oh, there were the biggies like money, college, family. Then there were the others. I’d take the man grocery shopping with me. We’d chat about where to put the couch, how to decorate, what colors to paint the walls, if we should have chicken for dinner, how to do the laundry- everything. I soon learned that this is not a good idea. It actually began more disagreements than good feelings about being equal. I think we both realized this and started into the whole, “I trust you to choose the best TV for our family” or “I know you’ll choose the perfect thread-count for our new sheets.” This system works well for us.
Well, except for the decorating department. Truthfully, it has taken quite some time for our ideas about our home decor to jive. Jason wants orange on pretty much everything. I want sunny Better Homes and Gardens rooms. He thinks nothing of a TV being the main focus of the room. I always want to incorporate the TV into a hutch or mask it as a picture just hanging on the wall. He hangs pictures really high on the wall. I want them at eye level. My eye level. I win about 93% of the time.
This is why we have a “Man Cave” in the basement for Jason. The Man Cave is a happy, manly room where Jason’s stuff is displayed proudly. The TV is right out there with all the cables for the X-Bow showing. The bookcases are full of Clive Cussler novels and comic books. All the drawings and paintings he did in high school are framed and hanging high on the walls. The golf ball collection is displayed prominently over the Love Sac. It is truly a man’s room. And my sweet, awesome hubby doesn’t complain about being banished to the basement.
Soon, I felt a slight twinge of guilt for relegating all Jason’s stuff to the basement while my do-dads sat out proudly. I began to choose some of the more “safe” items to bring up to the living room: his grandmothers tea cups, little ivory elephants his mom had from South Africa, his grandpa’s ceramic leprechauns come out on St. Patricks Day. Now, I feel like we have a pretty good blend of “ours” not just his or hers. Hey, our living room walls are orange after all!
So about Batman. My mom gave Jason two 5×7 prints of Batman for Christmas one year. They are sort of graphic, old school prints- pretty neat actually. When he opened them he said, “I’ll have to find a spot for these in the computer room.” Guilt blow to the head. “Hey,” I said “Why don’t we hang them up in the bedroom.” Blank stares and amazed silence. “Really?” “Yeah,” I said casually, “I think they’d look great next to your lamp, sort of staggered. What do you think?” We hung the pictures the next afternoon. I think Jason was shocked that I’d agreed to it for a few weeks. But now, Bruce Wayne is just a way of life. I wanted Jason to know that things that are important to him are important to me. I just didn’t realize that I would show him that by having the Dark Knight in our bedroom.
And so that is how we have Batman in our bedroom. I go to bed every night, snuggled up next to the man I love and looking over at the framed pictures of the Caped Crusader and Boy Wonder.
To tell you the truth, it’s pretty awesome.
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