Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Bagged Dinner

I emptied half a bag of lettuce onto a plate and threw pulled-off pieces of already-cooked chicken on top of it. Dinner, I told my husband. It had been a hundred years since I had slept. My hair was dirty; my eyes, old. This was last night.

We have to decide what kind of parents we want to be, I said. Do we just lay her in her bed and let her scream bloody murder until she's asleep or do we coddlecoddlecoddle her and end up with a teenager in OUR bed and never have any time for ourselves again?

I licked chicken carcass off my fingers; the same old jazz poured from our kitchen speakers. I might be losing my mind, I said.

Might? He smiled. I waved the knife in the air, a small, sharp one that we received for a wedding gift.

On the other side of the room, Eva slept soundlessly, which she again did, after being fed and bathed and read to, all through the night, until the sun eeked in, and with a full night's sleep in me, I held her. My mind, it seems, has returned. Now, if I can just get around to washing my hair.

4 comments:

Zoe Ryder White said...

Oh, sleep! So glad you got some! Bunny too. Straight through. Maybe it was the long walk in the sun. xo

little miss mel said...

Lovely!!

Everything looks brighter after a good night of sleep. Well, the dirty hair doesn't but nothing that a good hat won't cover! :)

Lazy Mom Amanda said...

I coddled my first born. She came and went from our bed till she was 4. A little bit tougher on number 2. In and out of our bed till 6 months. Some coddle, some scream. Number 3...all scream, lots of sleep for mom!!! Never a night in my bed! I have done it all the ways!

michelle said...

Love it. Glad everything looked brighter in the morning. Sleep is a powerful thing.