My first lube
I can’t sleep. I just can’t fall back to sleep for the 3rd time tonight waiting to hear ChicaPoo cough pitifully and sounding like someone stuffed a whistle and socks down her throat. I lay there wanting to read but not wanting to wake D as he has a job interview this morning.
sigh. I toss and turn.
My mind starts to relax and I wander around aimlessly thoughts popping into my head without much segue. Chica’s preschool. I hate they want to give lollipops for being quiet in the hall. Can’t they just be quiet in the hall because that is the rule and not a ridiculous one either? That is what is wrong with kids today. hrmph. sigh. toss. turn. OH, did Spawn finish his homework? Yes. Okay. What should I pack in his lunch? I wonder what ever happened to that peach brides maid dress from Christine’s wedding? Mmmm. I made her trifle and it was so tasty although my Velveeta Cheese Potato casserole went over better with her Dad. Gosh I think I am eating too much dairy lately because I am farting all the time. Why do I fart all the time? I wish I knew where that peach dress was because Chica could wear it to a prom…it might look vintage by the time she is old enough? Hey, now I remember we got that trunk from Jim and it was still inside? I must have left it in Boston or maybe Juliet King stole it along with all my other cool crap. Gosh she was a slob but she and Cliff stayed with me that night I was tripping and D refused to believe he was tripping too and just went to bed to SLEEP. So Juliet is not that bad. And her Dad made the best cookies. Hey I remember Jim had other stuff of my moms like that cool kings chair thing I loved when I was little. And that heavy coffee table and marble ashtray. sigh. toss. turn. He has the most terrible taste in furniture and decor. He had one of those fuzzy blankets with a wolf silk-screened on it hanging above his bed. I remember the tour of the house the first time I went over. Jim showed me Kits bedroom and it was a wreck. Then his room and it was tacky but neat as a pin. And on his bedside table was the most gigantic jar of Vaseline I have ever seen. I think where could he have gotten such a big jar of Vaseline? Why would you need such a large jar of Vaseline? Why is it by his bedside? I am only 7 but I feel hot and embarrassed by seeing it and he quickly closes the door although I feel vaguely guilty but am not sure why.
toss. turn. yawn. sigh. ewwww. ick. Chica coughs and slaps me out of my walk down memory lane. I force my self to shut up inside my head and just go the fuck to sleep.