Sunday, December 16, 2007

some help, here

Michael has started waking up two or three times in the middle of the night and coming into our room to get us.

it's exhausting.

it's mind-numbing.

it's a good reason to never ever have any more children.

Last night, by the second time I escorted him back to bed, I was too tired to do anything but fall in beside him and doze a little while he fell back asleep.

At least, I assume that's what I was doing. I don't really remember much, except thinking as I walked back to my bed some time later, "I need to write a reminder or I'm going to forget to look these things up in the morning."

So I paused by the computer desk, scribbled something on some paper, and then I assume I made it safely back to my bedroom because the next thing I remember is wanting to hide under my pillow when Michael came back.

And now I'd like to share with you what I needed to know so urgently, so frantically, so intensely, I actually paused on my way to sleep to write it down:


1. the Bolsheviks and (something something, completely illegible)
2. blind guy, Clarissa
3. get the (something) measure
4. Paula Poundstone


... I have no idea.

4 comments:

Leah Vanessa said...

This just might be the greatest thing I've ever read.

kat said...

i really hope they were ideas for blogs.

Nama said...

well, obviously you were thinking about the the blind bolchevik named clarissa and how that one time paula poundstone talked about his inability to measure things correctly. which led to his untimely death when he shot himself in the foot.

doesn't everyone know this story?

Em said...

Awesome.