“I’m having my coma fantasy again,” I say to one of my mommy friends.
“I have that one too,” she says.
It happened more when my kids were little and it was hard to find a moment to myself. But even though my kids are teenagers, there are still those days, and today is one of them. We’ve all been sick for a week and a half, I couldn’t sleep last night because I was busy coughing up a lung, my son is failing 7th grade, my house is a germ-filled disaster, and there is nothing to eat in the fridge. Work required a level of patience I just couldn’t muster this morning. So… coma fantasy. Just for a couple of days. Lying in a clean, white, quiet place while people take care of me. And I don’t have to do a thing. I don’t need to be a grown up. I can just sleep.
And this fantasy totally beats the old “Calgon take me away!” line. There is not enough cleanser in the world to make my tub clean enough for me to sit in. Blech!