April 15 – I’m a little surprised to be sitting here, calmly recapping my thoughts on another day. Last night the Braxton Hicks were intense. We both thought labor was sure to follow. My wife took a Tylenol PM to milk as much sleep out of the night as possible. She woke up half a dozen times, but her belly quieted down. She still sleeps at 9AM, but I feel the day is near. I’m not buying green bananas, as they say.
I didn’t sleep too well either. I was up three or four times and struggled to sleep after coming out of a dream at 6AM. It left me worrying about teenaged Ashton. Will he be at the heart of all the trouble I was a part of, but so rarely got caught for? Underage drinking mostly, with some light vandalism. No arrests.
In my dream I came home to find my teenaged daughter — played by my sister, which was weird – throwing a party. This is a marriage of fantasy and reality as on more than one occasion I was forced to decide between what was right and what was “Cool.” “Cool” always won, and I still keep secrets — mostly. But I won’t be so kind with Ashton. Of course, it would be different to throw a big party at our house. The neighbors would notice something was afoot and call me, right?
Maybe not. When my brother was 17 he threw quite a bash at our middle-class suburbia Michigan home. No one, not even the neighbors we liked, said anything. Ha! And we ended up getting robbed.
