I was so tired last night my chest began to constrict. I asked Paul would he mind if I took a nap during dinner. The family sat down to eat in the dining room and I slipped into bed and then into a sort of coma.
I wish I had asked them to eat in the kitchen.
Our bedroom opens to the dining room so as I drifted in and out of sleep I was able to pretty much follow the conversation at the table. I can’t remember much of it. I know Christopher was concerned about robbers and had big plans, incredibly detailed plans, of how to cope with them. I was too tired to speak. I just continued to drift in and out.
Finally I awoke fully. Soon after Christopher stuck his head into the room and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, ” I whispered back.
When he realized I was awake he came to hug me. After I hugged and kissed him and told him what a great boy he is I asked him to go get his father. After a few minutes Paul came to check on me.
I made him promise me if I ever was in an actual coma that he and the kids would always assume I heard everything.
He laughed and said, “Oh yeah, we’ll stroke your arms and sweet talk you.”
“OK, that’s great, just don’t have inane conversations that you think I can’t hear.”
This morning I quizzed him, “What are you going to do if I am ever in a coma?”
“We’re going to gently massage you-“
“ASSUME I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING!”
“So you don’t want me saying things like, ‘Well, when she’s gone…’?”
“That WOULD get my will to live going…Just keep me in the conversation.”
I have my doubts about this happening and am going to do my best to stay out of a coma.