"Adam, what are we going to do?" I ask him again.
"You're driving me crazy."
I look at him and know I am going to leave him.
"Don't wake her up," I hiss at him. "And when you tell me how we are going to close the seven hour gap between what we are doing now and what the doctor says we have to do, then I will calm down."
"You are really out of your mind," he says. "Do you know that? I don't know how we'll do it, but we will. Tonight we'll put her to bed a little earlier. And we'll keep doing it until we get her to bed at the right time."
"But how long will that take?" I ask.
"I don't know, we'll do it 15 minutes every few days. So I guess it will take a few weeks. We'll do it gradually."
Gradually? What a horrible plan. I can't believe I married this man.
But crossing the street I make a startling realization: I've never done anything gradually in my entire life. And Adam does everything gradually. That's why I married him and why I must stay with him forever. He is the most important person I know. He is capable of doing things gradually.
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