An email between my sister and me this morning:
On 9/10/2010 11:25 AM, Jennifer wrote:
I forget you are the only one who understands that I'm slightly psycho and don't think I need to be committed. (Yet.) I accidentally shared too much this morning and I think my coworker is scared of me now. Here's what happened:
Last night after I gave Baby R her 4am feeding, I went back to bed and had a pain in my leg. I thought, what if it's a blood clot? I could die and DH wouldn't notice because he just gets up and leaves in the morning. Then the girls would wake up, and I would be dead. Baby R would be crying in her crib for hours and S would be trying to shake me awake and scared and lonely and they'd be scarred for life. Please God, let me just live til the morning so I can teach S how to dial 911.
Clearly, I didn't go back to sleep for awhile.
Your Nutso Sister
On Sep 10, 2010, at 12:04 PM, Sister J wrote:
Where do we get these crazy thoughts from??? I totally understand. :)
I love the ending where you say please God let me live until the morning to teach S how to dial 911. Perfect.
Seriously, who else could have said that and made me feel like I'm not losing it? Love her.