Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Girl's Night!

Well, I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep last night. My ex, Caitlin, and my mother joined me in my all nighter - all our heads were spinning without sleep until dawn. There is strength in numbers. Mom is back in LR - we ate dinner tonight. There is a plan. The truth shall prevail. Some people are stark raving lunatics - half-cocked. I feel like I need to say this has nothing to do with my divorce. Way worse. I punched some walls. Anger so strong it cannot fit into a haiku. If it took form and shape, it would rival the destruction unleashed on Pompeii by Mount Vesuvius. And that's all I am going to say about that.

Jack is spending a delightful evening with his dad and a Harry Potter movie. So Sicily and I had a girl's night! It started off with these amazing chocolate coated ice cream cones Sicily picked out at the grocery store today called FunDaze Sundaes. After mom went home, Sicily turned to me with glee. "I get to plan the evening, OK mom?"

"All right." I was a little scared.

"First, we'll play chase. Then we will make friendship bracelets. No, maybe anklets - way cuter, right? Then, music and dancing time. Finally, I get to go to sleep in your bed."

We did it all, and bedtime stretched to 10:00 p.m.

As she was falling asleep, she said, "You know what I am most excited about? You know the slow poison you told me about earlier?"

Earlier, she had filled a toy bubble, you know - one of those 50 cent toy containers in the machines at the grocery store, with water. She tried to tell me it came out of the machine like that, and I warned her not to taste it because it was probably poison. She smiled, stuck her finger in the water, and put it in her mouth.

"See, it didn't kill me."

I told her, "Well, that is because it is slow poison. In the middle of the night, over at dad's (the original plan was her there and Jack here but she switched it up at the last minute), you are going to grow horns, turn purple, orange and green, and grow a bunny rabbit tail." She giggled, and concocted ways over the next half hour or so to get the poison in my mouth (hey mom, your tongue is bleeding - ha! I touched it with slow poison!), until I was going to grow six horns, turn into a rainbow, and have three bunny tails.

I told her yes, I remembered the slow poison. She said, "Now, I get to watch you get all poisonous in the middle of the night."

I smiled. If I was a better mom I'd paint myself and make horns and bunny tails. Instead I'm just going to read my novel. I'm freaking exhausted.


rlbates said...

Wish I could help you somehow. Get a punching bag rather than punching hard surfaces. Boxer's fractures are no fun. :)

Gizabeth Shyder said...

Good to have a surgeon in my corner. Hope I don't need you!