saturday night we threw together dance costumes. christian’s came equipped with a fly piece of cardboard to spin on. which he did. i ratted my hair and wore my mom’s 70s dress and some platform shoes. we dance centraled the night away. i am more of a just dance girl but i quickly caught on.
after a few songs i sat down on the couch and did the unthinkable — i declined an offer to dance off. i then told everyone i might throw up.
at 2 in the morning, i was jolted out of bed with the unmistakable feeling. the feeling that lurches your body across the room and down the hall with an urgency. followed by the brief calm before the repeat of everything. and that is how that very long night went.
at one point i struggled to walk straight and called for christian. in a panic i said i might pass out and i didn’t know what to do. he told me to lay down. and that is how i found myself, collapsed, on the bathroom floor. i remember thinking the cool tile felt so nice at the very same moment realizing the bath mat really needed to be washed. christian asked if i wanted help getting to bed. i preferred my spot. on the bathroom floor.
in the morning christian commented, “well this must be what it’s like to have kids… if you get up every hour all night long you are really tired in the morning!”
i didn’t know how to break it to him that babies don’t take themselves to the bathroom and they definitely don’t aim in the toilet.