Brief things come to those who wait

We had it all set up.  Nora was coming in at 8am.  A friend's nanny was coming to pick the kids and Nora up at 9:30a to go to the park so my husband and I could be alone.

But this is my life and nothing works out the way I plan it.

I couldn't go to sleep due to a bad headache and nightly fever until about 3:30am.  Not long after I had finally fallen asleep my son complains of a stomach ache and throws up.  Ugh. A couple of hours later he does it again...

About 8:45 Nora calls to tell me traffic is too heavy and she'll be late, nevertheless, she does get here sometime by 9.  At 9:30 or so my husband finally arrives from his trip to the other side of the world.  We all rejoice.  Around 9:45 the nanny shows up and Clara decides to go with her after a small debate (one down, one to go!!).  Nanny tells me that she will probably have her back sometime after 4:30pm.  Oh, the glory.  It seems like after a long wait, I'll finally get some.

The plan now was to wait for our son to go to sleep again (after throwing up a 3rd time) and try running away for a little while to the local motel.

Lunchtime came around and among the many sounds around the house I hear the door.  It's Clara and she's back.  She didn't want to stay away very long... she wanted to be with us... It's now around 1pm.

After waiting forever while exchanging "those looks" with my husband, my daughter tells me that she is going to go in the hot tub.  Alleluia.  This means that she will be occupied for a good while, and our son has, believe it or not, finally gone to sleep.

I let Clara know that mommy and daddy have to go out, to get a thermometer, get some dog food and spend some time alone.  She was not very happy about this, but agreed that it was a good idea and she'd just go in the hot tub. 

We snuck out.  Because time is short and we're both quite desperate, we decide to go to the van, put the back seat down in full-size bed mode and like two teenagers, get it on.  Clara decides to go find us, because she changed her mind, is not going to splash around and notices the van is still parked outside.  And running.  Fortunately for us, we don't have that adventurous streak so the doors were locked and the blinds closed (it's a conversion van, my Disco van).  She goes back in the house, gets really pissed off at Nora (faking ignorance of language she offers no help to Clara, which only pisses her off even more), comes back ouside and knocks on the door. 

I think the uncertainty of what was going on ultimately drove her away...  Maybe a bit of fear, too.  Regardless, it didn't take us very long to consumate our marriage for the umpteenth time and go back in the house.  Disheveled and trembling ever so slightly, I walk up to her and try to convince her that daddy and I had gone for a walk and then stopped to visit the neighbor.  "But now", I continue, "I think you should go with daddy to the store".  She looked at me like I had totally and finally lost my mind in its entirety, but I just had to lie down, I was entirely too shakey.  It was similar to one of those times when you're either too drunk or too sleepy or too high to be persuasive and you can't sound convincing to save your life, and the more I tried to make sense in front of my daughter, the worse it got...  Finally I just said "Look, I already spent alone time with daddy, now it's your turn, right?"  That was good enough.  She knew sharing and taking turns, so it finally made sense.

That was the most I ever wanted something that lasted so short.  But now I hope I can go to sleep without being plagued by nutty sex dreams and wake up like a normal human being instead of a rabid cat in heat.

By the way, no fever today at all, so I think we're good.  The events from earlier must have been instrumental in getting things going as things got going and the miscarriage seems to finally have started...  Never in a million years did I think I would say this, but...

 yay...

Gabriela