the story

Waking up one morning this week, feeling like the full force of Hades had swept over me during the night, I asked Ethan to tell me a story.  I was stalling, not wanting to get up at 6 o’clock in the morning, a practice that I don’t at all enjoy even when entirely healthy.

The story Ethan told me that morning was this:

“Once upon a time Mom went to sleep.  The end.”