Friday, April 3, 2009

Murder, she thought.

I knew parenthood would take its toll on my marriage, but I didn't anticipate that it would actually make me fantasize about killing my husband. But, alas, at three in the morning, when Benjamin had been wide awake for over an hour and I finally got him to sleep, my sweet husband sniffed loudly enough to wake the dead. Immediately, despite my sincere love for him, I wanted him to join the dead. "If you wake the baby," I hissed, "I will kill you and make it look like an accident." I would like to tell you that I didn't mean it, that I was just tired and cranky, but...well....there it is.

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