Unfinished

Today, I insisted that Helen take a nap. She did not want to. I told her it didn’t matter. She protested. I wanted her to sleep on her bed. She bartered with an offer to sleep on the sofa in the playroom.

Fine.

About 45 minutes into her nap, something woke her up and she came upstairs, whimpering. She crawled into my lap, and put her head down on the kitchen table, trying to go back to sleep.

I was not a satisfactory sleeping surface, apparently, so she kept complaining and protesting. Finally, I said, “I don’t think you were quite finished with your nap. Would you like to go back down to the sofa?”

“NO!”
“Well, you can always go sleep on the LIVING ROOM sofa.”

This is, apparently, a spectacular treat.

She tried to sleep on my lap some more, but finally gave up and finished her nap on the Living Room Sofa.

And she woke up happy.

Just like me, Helen is happy when she finishes her projects. 🙂

Fishy Fishy

Tonight, Jerry ate fish.

Specifically, “Fish in a Flash,” from SuperSuppers.

Helen, who used to SCREEEEEEEAM at me to give her more fish, even choked down a bite. Because I bribed her with a yeast roll. Alice liked it, of course, but Alice would eat cardboard so that’s really not all that unusual.

The fish was quite tasty, and amazingly fast — the name does not lie. It took me longer to set the table and make the salad than it did to cook the fish. That’s pretty damn cool.

If I could get Jerry to eat fish on a more regular basis (i.e. more than once every 37 years), I would be a happy girl. That was goooooooood.

Allergies

This morning, Helen informed me that she is allergic to walruses (invisible ones in particular) and dragons.

Apparently, an invisible walrus infiltrated our security collies last night, and made it into Helen’s room. She was out of bed and pounding on our bedroom door at midnight.

I got up and got the cool mist humidifier, and told her it was a special machine to keep all the scary dreams away. She was satisfied with that, I think.

Today she kept telling people that she had “a fire” in her room to keep the bad dreams away. She left out the first three syllables of that word, of course, which TOTALLY changes the meaning…

HU-MID-I-“fire.”

Heh.