The account of events that transpired on one night in early to mid 2012 has been printed without permission from my wife, Helena. This story begged to be told, and I couldn't keep it from the world any longer. If the blog below is erased for any reason, it should be painfully obvious who wears the pants in this relationship....
A while
later, Johanna agreed to give up Helena’s left arm, so Elin now had possession
of that arm which has been sore for the past few days. After lying in that awkward position with arms
crossed, Helena told Elin her arm was hurting and she needed to move it. Elin replied, “okay, I can let go. I hope it’ll get better soon, maybe in 100
days.” Helena replied, “I hope it
doesn’t take that long.” Elin responded,
“Okay, maybe 50 days then.”
Tonight (some time in early to mid 2012), while Helena was putting Elin
and Johanna to sleep, the effort turned into a bit of a comedy show.
Background: Johanna plays with
Helena’s right hand fingers, especially her thumb, every night comforting herself
to sleep. On most nights, she fidgets with
both hands. Elin prefers no touch, but
lots of conversation. Johanna sleeps on
the left side of Helena, and Elin on the right.
The fiasco: This particular
night, Elin demanded Helena’s right hand.
So the two of them went berserk fighting over Helena’s right hand – lots
of screaming and crying. Then suddenly,
in pitch black Helena felt a bite on her forearm. Helena then asked Elin to move away for fear
of getting bit again. Elin said “I’m
sorry. I thought that was Johanna’s
arm.”
