DH and I have been taking turns having Funks today. Just lots of stuff going on, and we've been in intensive therapy together and separately, learning to deal with our feelings more directly. It's hard work. And DH has been having stuff going on with his business partner (I'll write more on this in another entry), so there have been a lot of feelings and issues for him to deal with. He was drooping around with some angst, so we sat on the couch and I assured him that he was okay and that it was good to feel these crappy feelings... and that he should just take a break, since it was such a hard day.
Later on, 'bout the time I was supposed to cook dinner, I went spiraling down to my Funk... just feelings piling up that I wasn't dealing with. I was so resistant to getting up and making dinner, just being sucked down to a black mood, and DH kindly did the same nurturing treatment for me. He listened and empathized and then he took over the kitchen and made pancakes for dinner! That was so nice! Not having to cook when I was feeling so down.
Maybe it's because it's March, with its changeable weather. Maybe it's because we are really getting closer to our own internal processes after all this therapy. Maybe we're just cuckoo. But it's so nice to have someone who will understand and even make some pancakes when the day gets you down.
:-)