Big Brother's Graduation day.

Don't Eat In the Dark, Mommy!

I had asked someone to bring me up a piece of the celebration pizza for Emily's birthday party. My body was aching from the aerobic adventure those delightful toddlers put me through each day. So, I was three sheets to the wind when the pizza was delivered.

My attentive middleschooler had taken upon himself to play "delivery boy". I was salivating at the bit for the pizza, even in my sleep. I could smell a wonderfully clean smell of the plate that it was delivered on, but this didn't seem unusual to me. What did seem unusual, was the hardness of the crust. I couldn't get my teeth through the slice. So, as my tongue searched the crust for a soft spot, the strong and pungent flavor of Palmolive became the wake up call. It woke me, but not enough to turn on the light. I decided that it was best to forget the plate, eat the cheese off the top and call it a night. I was not really awake, anyway.

The clean up crew came to take the plate and offer more and there I was, delightfully engrossed in another dream. What pizza? I rolled over for the second time. More pizza? Alright, already, just take the plate. It is filled with soap suds and the crust which I cannot even get my teeth through and bring me another. No plate maybe, this time. I am awake enough to chew it. It was Evvy or Ethan, one of the children who don't try to engage me in a discourse when they see that I am asleep. So they brought it no plate and again I couldn't eat anything but the cheese on top. I did that and I have to say that I will never find the two delightful dreams that they roused me from again. Hunger won out on sleep. And it would have been better to have woken up and chosen the slices that I could have bitten.

Anyway, Don't sleep in the subway song is replaced in my mind with "Don't eat in the Dark, Mommy!"