Guess What?

Guess What? Chicken Butt. Yep, I got you. How'd that make you feel? A little dumb, a little silly? Well, welcome to last night at 3am.

It was dark and cozy under the sheets. I'm a side sleeper and I was flipping over when I heard an enthusiastic voice next to me ask, "Guess what?"

Guess what? Um it's 3am, that's what. I don't know! Why are you making me guess something in the middle of the night!? Seriously, what could I possibly need to know right now? And how am I supposed to guess it without any pretext?

Now might be a good time to tell you that my husband is a sleep-talker. He has said a wide variety of things in his sleep. These include: "Golf!" and "adopt a baby" (during my pregnancy). So, it occured to me that he might be sleeping. But what if he wasn't? He was pretty articulate....

About ten seconds passed since the original question was asked, so I answered, "What?" And then I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait. No answer. Nada. He's out cold. (How does he do that!?) He was totally asleep! And I felt a little dumb and a little silly for answering. But it does make you want to try it out, doesn't it? Just to mess with your partner a little bit...

Last words

Have you ever thought about what your last words to someone would be if you never saw them again? This thought occurs to me periodically. After a deluge of rain makes driving somewhat perilous, I wonder what if I don't make it home? What will be the last thing I said to Scott, to my parents, my siblings, my friends?

Most people depart for work or the store, etc by saying "I love you" or "See you later" or "Have a good one" or even "Take Care." The other morning, I had a different goodbye experience. Let me paint you a picture...

It's a grey morning, some remnant fog is still hanging in the air. Scott is scurrying around our apartment getting the last of his things into his bag for school. We have a brief kiss, a "love you! have a good day. I'll see you tonight" exchange. Maeve and I stand on the porch since it is warm out and watch him hop into the car. Then...he pulls a k-turn. School is now in the opposite direction. He rolls the window down (okay, he powers the window down. I mean who "rolls" anymore, right?) and yells out to me,

"Look at this bird poop! What the hell is wrong with this bird? He must have had avian diarrhea. Sheesh."

And up the window goes. And off he drives. I puzzle as his tail lights disappear. I certainly hope this romantic sentiment is not the last thing that will be said between us. These words, regardless, may live in infamy. Thank you ever so much for sharing, darling. I will love you forever, too.

Blog FAIL

Sigh.

I haven't written anything since August 16th. I wish I could say I have been exceedingly busy, but honestly, I just put it on my procrastination list. I made some dinners, visited with some friends, did the laundry, changed a LOT of diapers. I found lots of things to do to avoid writing. And thus, here we are. How am I ever going to write a novel!?

Well, my short reflection for the day is about Maeve (shocker). Scott and I have decided that living with her is like living with a raccoon. She chews on everything, tears any piece of paper she can find into a thousand pieces, knocks things over, chews on wires (or attempts to anyway) and God help us if we try to have a quiet cuddle moment. Those fierce feet are kicking whatever they can make contact with and her hands generally use our faces - and particularly my ears for whatever reason - as handles to climb up on our heads. She is on the verge of crawling, truly on the very cusp, and then we, the Raccoon Ranglers are really in trouble.