Here’s a weird scenario I never expected myself to be in. We have something called a duala, not to be confused with a dually, a truck with double back tires. A duala or some similar sounding word is basically a mid wife, maybe the resume would have differences but to me it’s a stranger who is professionally trustworthy with children, the Queen and I trust this person while we both sleep. They’re on the clock though watching the baby from x time until y which means I want to use as close to 100% of that time for sleep, my most valuable resource, “My kingdom for sleep!” To fall asleep quickly I take Benadryl stored in the Queen’s bedside table. My wife and the mid wife, that is the wife at the mid point of myself and wife, were having a conversation blocking the Benadryl. At first I said quietly waiting for them to finish, I could see the pink bottle on the night stand. I wanted nothing more than to sleep and this was time I was paying to sleep. Now I don’t like to wait around for anyone, I’ll send invoices for my time whenever someone keeps me waiting. When I bought my new car, everytime the sales person walked away from me I started a timer, and if I was ever left alone for more than 5 minutes I would walk out without buying a car. Waiting in my own house, I never thought it could happen to me. Eventually I got up, said excuse me and grabbed the bottle. Everything about the incident is foreign to me, it’s hard to explain, but who I am now I never intended to become. Regardless here I am and must do the best I can given the situation, it’s part of why I take on the king character. How would a king act is more useful than how I would act in these situations.
Chris' Morning Pages 