one more monkey….sleeping in the bed.


Sparrow has her own little bed at the far end of our room.

The “far end”? What is that? Like…maybe….ten feet away?

She’s “transitioning”….making the move….getting ready for night-time independence.

She’s making the move….but most nights comes back to our bed before the morning arrives.

Nate sleeps in another area of the house….on the bottom bunk…with his Teddy and a stuffed talking dog.

This morning, I woke up with somebody a little longer than Sparrow plastered up against me.

That’s kind of confusing….but being a parent is good training for a state of perpetual confusion.

I never know what’s going to happen….no matter how hard I try to “plan ahead”.

It’s confusing because a little kid feels like a little kid when they’re scootched up against you.

Jenny felt Nate’s leg against her…and then reached out and touched Sparrow’s head.

That’s really confusing.

I think that “confusing” must be the word of the day.

When you’re so tired that you don’t know when someone else has come into the room….or crawled into bed with you….well….again….it’s kind of confusing.

That’s the way we roll, though.

Confused…..but competent.

My Jeep is leaking transmission fluid…..and I know where it’s coming from.

That’s good….but kind of a drag to have to fix something new.

Of course, diagnosing any problem lets me see the other things that have to be fixed….so the repair project grows with concern.

It would be easier if the only time I noticed anything was when it was already broken.

It would be easier if I could just say, “I don’t know what happened. I guess that something broke.”

It would be easier than listening to every new and strange sound the old Jeep makes….and wondering when it was going to break down or need repair.

That’s life…notice and fix….or notice and wait for it all to fall apart…..or, even, never notice anything and just keep the radio turned up really loud.

I like “notice and fix” better.

Our bed feels small some nights….but it’s a good kind of small.

It’s funny to have one more monkey in the bed.

“Funny strange”….not “funny haha”.


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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