We sat in the living room and talked as Charlotte scampered about the house, impressing Jake with her exceptional dancing skills and impressive ability to accurately repeat every single word that came out of his mouth. I explain the shenanigans that made up the majority of the last two months of my life and throughout my story he laughs and shakes his head, never saying anything aside from the occasional sigh or “Oh Meeg…”
On the couch next to me, he looks over at Charlotte crawling up on my lap, “She is hilarious…”
“Ya Ya, she is quite a…” and before I can finish my sentence Charlotte shoves a book in his face and says, “Read Little Blue Fish Jake!” I swipe the book from her hand and after reading it three times in a row she jumps off my lap and heads into the kitchen,
“You are gonna be just fine Meeg.”
He smiles over at me and I nod laughing.
Charlotte decided she was not going to go to bed that night, so Jake’s visit was cut short. After we said goodbye I strolled back to my bedroom and Charlotte was standing upright in her crib, “I need to do the hokey pokey mama…” I roll my eyes and lift her out of her crib- she fell asleep next to me almost instantly.
Today is Friday and I have to admit, I am feelin pretty god damn good today. We got up early to bake muffins and cookies for some local firefighters and Aunt Kate decided to help, which means she completely took over the whole baking business. Charlotte “helped” by sitting on the countertop eating her peanut butter toast and serving as the director of operations; “Put this in there Aunt Katie…you need chocolate chips?....Give me a cookie!”
I round her up, get her all dressed up in her new favorite pink ballerina-esque outfit and I throw on a flannel, the usual leggings and a hat. We arrive at work together to drop off the goodies so my manager can escort the baked goods to the Fire Department. Charlotte was of course a big hit, prancing around from cubical to cubical, munching on cookies and showing off her freshly painted bright pink finger nails.
After we made our rounds we head out to the main lobby and she sits herself down in a roller-chair, we zip around the office and into the lab, and after a good 10 solid minutes of obnoxiously interrupting everybody’s morning, I make my espresso and we pile in the car. As I drive home after dropping my ballerina off at daycare a song comes on the radio that reminds me of him…usually I’d sing along and daydream about idiotic never-gonna-happen scenarios, I hit the CD button and cruise the rest of the way home blaring Lady Gaga. That song sucks anyway.
It’s the weekend, It’s the start of starting over; See ya’ll Monday. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)
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