Night Light
Cute Redhead and High Powered Man, husband and wife, share a room, as is fitting considering the duty beholden to both to work out the intricate steps making up the Waltz in Perdition that is the wonderful dance we call Marriage.
Alpha Male and Beta Male, big brother and little brother, share a room, as is fitting considering the duty beholden to both to beat the living hell out of each other every chance they get.
But Charlie Girl…
…has no one with whom to share a room.
And, though it took me a while to see it Cute Redhead’s way (read: “exactly how long are we going to act like you have any say in this, Todd?”), I finally came around to understanding that the little girl was genuinely scared and definitely lonely.
*sigh
*open covers
*small feet find themselves snug in between wife and I, into the Safest Place On Earth.
The other day I decided to clean out a closet in my office and found something I’d forgotten I had, as well as (as far as I’m concerned) a Great Idea.
“Um…what are you doing?”
“Well…she said she’s afraid of the dark. So…well. I thought a night light would help.”
“Todd, that’s a disco ball.”
*stares
“So?”
Bright idea, maybe it is too bright. But it’s good.
Yet another way of repurposing decades gone by. Would you like my black and red lava lamp too?
Thanks, Frappé. I thought so too.
Oh please, Mike, that is so ridicul—wait, you have one?
I think it is SO funny that your wife now simply accepts as normal that she needs to explain to you the obvious. Sue does that with me and driving, in a very nice passive agreesive way, “honey, did you mean to pass that exit?”
John, I really don’t understand why it is they ever think we need help. It’s not like left to our own resources we’d…I don’t know, like…break something. Or get off task. Or…I don’t kn—wait. What are we talking about again?
Yea, but did it work? I got two little ones who have a nitelight and monster go-away protectors (big stuffed animals on top of the closet looking down) and they still wind up in our bed. We have a king, but never enough room.
I was afraid someone would ask. She didn’t even START in her own bed last night. Which means I SLEPT in her bed because I CAN’T sleep in the bed while Charlie Girl practices her Tai Bo on my back all night long. There is no justice.
You lie! You were hoping you would GET to sleep in the room with the disco light Mr. Travolta.
Perish the thought.