Written by Emily
I recently caught a bit of the movie, Hook. I think I may have liked it as much as I did when I saw it the first time (and I was probably too old to feel the way I did). It’s great, but I gladly suspend my disbelief for a good children’s story. If you’ve seen it, you know that it’s happy thoughts that let the lost boys fly. Wonderful idea, right? Happy thoughts making you fly. I discovered they do–even in real life.
I considered writing about how we are battening down the hatches in preparation for Sandy’s visit, but even with our “Frankenstorm list of Fun,” it’s dreary, drab and dismal to say the least. And my palms are already starting to sweat thinking about the power company’s message to expect at least a week without power. Yikes!
Rather than worry myself any further, and if you know me at all, I am an expert at that, I thought I’d think happy thoughts and hope it works.
Before I give away my happy thought, here is the back story:
This week, I was awakened by my husband whispering in my ear, “Do you know what today is?” Now, having gotten up six times with Sylvie the night before and having gotten up with her between four and six times for the last several weeks, I didn’t even know what day it was or what time it was. If pressed, I could have conjured up the year. So, looking breathtaking, I turned to face my man–drool marks on the pillow and sleep lines on my face–no doubt–a vision of morning splendor, I growled, “No.”
Not at all deterred, he handed me a coffee and a breakfast sandwich and smiled, “the anniversary of our very first date.”
I took a sip of the coffee and waited for the caffeine to revive me. Without physically peeling my eyelids away from my eyes, I raised my eyebrows in an effort to lift my lids creating what I can only imagine was a perfect picture of forehead wrinkles the likes of which no other husband has seen on his thirty-three year old wife.
“Awww” was the only answer I could muster.
Then he said something that caught me off guard, “I got you a hotel room downtown.”
I sat up.
“Early check-in, too,” he added.
I’m a nursing mom, so this “gift” seemed not-so convenient at first. I, of course, had several questions–all of which my knight in shining armor answered.
“What will I do there?”
“Whatever you want. Sleep, I hope.”
“What about Sylvie?”
“You’re only a few minutes away. You can put her to bed and then I’ll take you back to the hotel.”
“What if she wakes up?” I knew she would.
“When she wakes up, I’ve got it. And your mom is here to help.”
I didn’t pack for several more hours. I thought this gift was ridiculous, to be honest. In my opinion it was over-indulgent and selfish. I was a mom, after all. I signed on for sleepless nights.
And then I felt a little insulted. Doesn’t he think I can handle this?
And then I caught a glimpse of the bags under my eyes. I packed. Why not, I thought. No one has to know (although when my son found out about it, he asked, “What?! Is she sick of us?!” Thankfully my husband assured him I am not. Chloe was just interested in whether or not I was going to swim in the pool. I did not.)
I was still reluctant about this whole set-up when I entered the hotel room, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, since my husband was dropping me off. Read: he was taking the car, too. I was a little nervous that I would be bored–all those hours alone. I was trapped. Just as I was about to panic…the bed called me.
There is something about hotel beds–the mountains of perfect pillows–I was a goner.
I fell asleep…
for a long time.
It was heavenly.
My darling man picked me up for dinner. He dropped me off. He left.
Then what? I finished a novel I was reading. I surfed the net–Hello, Pinterest! And then I went to sleep. It wasn’t early. It was one o’clock before I finally turned out the light, but I slept. For seven uninterrupted hours, I slept. And when I woke up…
I was a new woman.
It was indulgent. It was selfish. It was not at all ridiculous.
My husband gave me the gift of sleep. And it was everything I remembered it being.
And let me tell you, it was so so good to get away. And it was so so good to return with fresh eyes and a little pep in my step. If I’m not mistaken, I was floating when I got home.
The happy thought that will sustain me when the power goes out? I chose well…so so well. And with my man, we created this wonderful little family.
In the coming days, weeks, months, I hope you find some time to indulge and recharge and find your happy thought(s). But be careful, you just might fly.