Was my heartbeat really that loud? I shushed at it. The current challenge was a rather complicated one. I had to reach the other end of the bed and retrieve from the side table that piece of electronic device which was both my boon and bane in equal measure. The obstacle was my tiny bundle of joy who now was blissfully dreaming of cows and moons.

I carefully weighed my options. Leaving it there was definitely not a chance I was willing to take. Distance from the object of my desire was a mere 4 feet. How I wished I was Mr.Fantastic from the Fantastic Four! I wouldn’t have had to move at all. Why weren’t mommies given such super powers? I am sure you agree we need them. How about an extendable arm or magnetic strength?

My biggest fear was that I’d wake her up. My cup of coffee still awaited me, lonely for hours on the kitchen counter. I had pacified her by offering her the boob a couple of times. When the wailing continued, it was time for “Old Mac Donald” in my croaky parched voice followed by a lot of rocking, walking, bouncing. I might have even tried jumping up and down. Just when I was ready to throw in the towel, and call for backup(no clue who : 911?), she had miraculously dozed off just lying on my lap. As a precaution, I left her there for a good ten mins before laying her down ever so gently on the bed. And then, only then, did I realize how beautiful she was.

Time for action. I rolled off the bed without making a ripple. I had perfected the technique over the last few months. Then tiptoed my way slowly across the room. Aaaah! I had stepped on a tiny little piece of toy, but managed to get away with a silent internal cry. Deftly I rounded the corner of the bed. Almost there. How good was I! It was now or never. I reached out for it, my precious. And that’s when the dreaded phone rang!

 

A Bridge Too Far
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9 thoughts on “A Bridge Too Far

  • June 8, 2017 at 1:37 am
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    Really! It had to ring at that very moment!!Your post reminds me of my nights of struggle I lived through when my son was a baby.

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  • June 8, 2017 at 9:10 am
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    I feel like laughing at the situation, but I also completely understand her sorry plight. Oh poor moms! The things they have to endure.

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    • June 9, 2017 at 8:56 pm
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      It was supposed to be funny anyway! But yeah it is not at all fun when we are in a similar situation

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  • June 9, 2017 at 2:21 am
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    Nice job writing comedy. It isn’t an easy genre and you phrased sentences to their full potential. You incorporated the prompt smoothly and your opening line lured me in.

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  • June 9, 2017 at 7:13 am
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    The phone loves to ring at naptime even when no one is home and the mom finally gets to lie down 🙂

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  • June 9, 2017 at 8:54 am
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    Knowing the prompt, I cringed at what was inevitably coming…

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