Even as I type this the words are like daggers. "Chaz is sleeping through the night now that he is in a big boy bed," I said it so casually. A slap to my well rested face. As the words fluttered from my mouth as light as feathers, I felt immediate regret. What have I done, I thought. Take them back, take them back, I said to myself. But alas what is done is done.
One last thought wriggled through my head...I don't believe in jinxes. I was a last ditch effort because I absolutely believe in them.
So getting to the inevitable. Chaz did wake up last night. I shot out of bed at 12:40am and did not return until two hours later.
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