Carrie Leigh (carrie_leigh) wrote,
Carrie Leigh

Just when you think it's safe to leave town....

You think life is going along just fine.
Then you download the 100th Bones Episode, watch it, and the cycle of despair is started. You think Temperance Brennan is a FOOL.

You go and teach your class on Thursday afternoon, just like you always do. You meet your family at 575 Pizza and your nine year-old won't eat.

He won't eat? you ask yourself. The kid would gnaw on anything for a snack.

You split from your family, while they go home, you go to see a play about a boy who blinds six horses and is in therapy because of it. You are disturbed by this play. It causes you to feel a lot more than you normally do.

You hear a message from your husband on your voice mail, telling you that child #1 has thrown up all over his Jeep. Secretly, you are glad it wasn't you.

You go home at 10:30, emotionally exhausted, to find that your nine-year old has a stomach bug.

You stay up with him 'til 11:30, administering all manner of unpleasant (for both of you) medicines.

You sleep, with the sick child on a pallet next to you for three hours, until the other kid calls you from the stairs, emptying the contents of his stomach into a (unfortunately NOT empty) trash can.

You send your husband off to the laundry room with the bathroom rugs while you stay with child #2, sleeping in the other twin bed in the room with him.

Sometime in the first 10 minutes of tossing and turning, you decide that the damn mattress needs a memory foam topper.

You are awakened twice more by child #2, where in the kid asks questions like, "Why is this happening to me?" and "How much more could there be?" You have no answers for said kid, because you're asking yourself much the same questions.

In between washing sheets and emptying trash cans, you sleep fitfully, dreaming that your HOUSE BURNS DOWN every time you close your eyes. You wonder if you've done something to offend the universe, as if your reality isn't bad enough, you have to experience horror during sleep, too.

Your husband awakes you at 8:00, saying that he's called the school, fed the dogs, and that he's not going to work, so he can help with the kids.

You weep with joy, a little.

You can't help but think this is all Temperance Brennan's fault. If she'd done what any NORMAL woman would have done, and thrown Agent Booth down right there in front of the J. Edgar Hoover building and had her wicked way with him, all of this could have been avoided.

Tags: aaron, adventures in marriage, dreams, ethan, horrific adult story, horrific kid story, nolan

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