Me (lying in bed reading)
Him (asleep)
He reaches over and grabs me, shaking convulsively.
Me: Sweetie...what's wrong?
Him: (almost crying) My husband was lost at sea and I'm very sad.
Me: patting his shoulder "Honey, you don't have a husband. You're married to me, and
I'm right here."
Him: (slightly waking) It was a story that an old Jewish woman told me.
Me: Go back to sleep.
Him: (12 hours later) I just finished reading The Perfect Storm. I don't remember the old Jewish woman.
About Me
- Jen
- Mom of 12 year old triplets- all diagnosed autistic, one cancer survivor. That takes the most time in my life, aside from feeding my post gastric bypass husband. I'm also lucky enough to have a wonderful partner, great friends, and piles of interests from reading to horses to herbs to cooking. Life's not bad at all. I don't blog about the particulars of our life with autism as one of my children has asked me not to, but since she said that email doesn't count feel free to ask me questions.