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Came to my Senses

I can’t imagine any parents desperately wanting others to know that their son, at 3 1/2, is still welded to his binky.  Or that he can talk somewhat proficiently with it in his mouth.  Or that we’d get more sleep curled up next to the freeway than we would were we to lose the thing–permanently. 

However, I’ve stopped caring what anyone might think about the binky.  As of today.  As of just a minute ago.

I guess, for one, I remember sucking my thumb.  Which is probably sad in itself.  That I can remember sucking it, that is.  And two, I just want to sleep.

Which is why I ended up at Fred Meyer last night, hemming and hawing in their barely existent binky aisle.  I was there for a binky strap, the thing that hooks the binky to the kid’s clothes and leaves it there.  Also the thing that when lost or ripped off and thrown from the bed means a certain mother, or in a blue moon, a certain father, must turn on the bedroom light, extract the whimpering kid from his bed and start hunting with half-open eyes for a binky the same color as the kid’s blankets.  All this at 12:50 a.m. and 3:20 a.m.  And again just before five.  E-ver-ry. Night.

But then when I snatched the package holding a single binky strap and nothing else and saw that Fred Meyer wanted $4.99 for it, I forgot for a second  just how much sleep I’d lost in the last three weeks. Five bucks for a strap?  I was gasping.  And eight more bucks for two clean binkies?

Well, one pass by the mirrors in the candle section and I got over the measly five bucks in half a heart beat. Tired…yes.  But more just worn out.  Like I’d  just spent a month searching for a strapless binky in the middle of the night.  Heh heh.  Smiling at myself hardly helped.

This morning, at 2:45 a.m. I raised my head at the first lost-binky squawk.  I waited. Four slow seconds later…still nothing. 

Ahh…I could cry.

It was the best five bucks I’ve ever spent!

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