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I Did What I Could.

“One day I’ll tell Des about the day I brought him to the polls and there was no wait, and he was quiet as I rocked his carseat with my foot while reading about medical marijuana. Oh, these days of our lives!”

— My Facebook status from this morning.

I woke up this morning with my arms thrust over my head, quite like how a baby sleeps. And I slept like a baby too. I woke up every 1-2 hours, if not from my own restless thoughts, then from a hungry Des. He didn’t have a banner night himself. Both of us usually sleep better. I woke up this morning, being gently shaken awake from Cassidy going to work. I had a lot to do today. I had to get myself and the kids dressed. I had to make Scarlet’s lunch and bundle her up for the playground. I had to nurse Des. I had to drop Scarlet off at nursery school, and it was harder today than usual. She clung. I clung.

And then, I had to vote.

I woke up this morning with nervous butterflies, the way I feel on big days. It’s not my big day, so I really can’t imagine how Obama and Romney, or Elizabeth Warren and Scott Brown (MA Senate race) woke up. I like to imagine that Obama and Warren woke up nervous, yet strong. Like how I woke up for my Bat Mitzvah, or my wedding day. A “Let’s do this” attitude.

My voting location was crowded, but not too crowded. A bunch of Elizabeth Warren sign-holders shivered in the cold and I flashed them a smile and a thumbs up, irrationally worrying they misinterpreted my thumbs up as the middle finger. My hands were shaking too much to take Des out of his carseat and put him in a carrier. So I dragged him in, carseat and all. He whined a bit as I stood at my booth, and as I said above and on Facebook, I used my foot to rock his seat while I read up on all of the questions I should have studied more for. To be honest, I had never seen beyond the Presidential and Massachusetts Senate part of this whole deal. I wish I had but I didn’t, so I answered what I could.

Then we officially checked out of our district and our ward and our precinct as having voted. We held up the “line” (2 people) a bit because the poll workers wanted to coo over Des, who was only too happy to oblige and coo back. I glanced at the bake sale items on my way out, but knew my nervous stomach might not allow too many treats today. Not today. Not tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. Then blinking in the sunlight, we stepped into the parking lot and went home to cuddle.

I did what I could. And I hope, and I hope, and I hope that the good guys win in this movie.

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