The day at worked definitely dragged on.. and on.. and on some more. I didn’t spend my lunch with the girls talking about my Saturday evening, but instead spent it in the back seat of my truck sleeping. I promised them the whole story tomorrow at lunch. I think the fact that I looked like crap, coupled with the fact that none of them wanted to catch my bug, they were ok with that idea. I did hear one of them ask the other, “She couldn’t be experiencing morning sickness this early on, could she?” So obviously they didn’t believe me about nothing happening with the mysterious and weird Mr. C.
As I thought of Mr. C, I realized that this is the first time I had thought of him since the day I found his weird note on the nightstand. Weird, I would have expected for me to think of him many times over since that night. He was very handsome, tall and muscular. It was a shame that a man that looked that good was crazy in the head. It was just my luck. He probably had a good job too and made lots of money and could have Kristen and I living in the lap of luxury. God, how my thoughts run away with me. He probably hadn’t thought anything else about me after he left that night. Me the drunk lady who brought him back to her house, let him in and then fell asleep, leaving him to his own devices. I sure was lucky he wasn’t a rapist, murderer or thief. Just a weirdo! Those were my thoughts as I had drifted off to sleep at lunch time.
Finally about the time I was ready to leave for the day, I started feeling a little bit better a little more awake. I saved my work, checked my email one last time and then shut down my computer for the day. I had to go pick up Kristen from school and decide what I was going to make for dinner. I had been totally remiss in that department the last few days that I really needed to make her a balanced meal for dinner. A growing teenager needs to eat healthy at least some of the time. I looked down at my watch to decide if I had enough time to stop by the market before I picked her up at school, which of course I didn’t. It was probably better that way anyhow; she would want to have a say in whatever it was that I was cooking for dinner. She had become picky as she got older, rather than less picky and willing to try things. I personally thought she had it backwards, but what could I do. I was just glad she was out of her vegan stage, because I was kind of craving red meat tonight. I was craving it so much that I thought I might actually have to make 2 different things for dinner if she didn’t like the idea of steak for dinner.
I pulled up to her school 5 minutes before the bell rang and got into what I call the mommy traffic lane. Where all of the mom’s park their big SUV’s and wait for the kids to come barreling out of school. Not that I was knocking them for it, but it definitely would have been easier for Kristen and I if I had the option of being a stay at home mom. Sometimes I wish it was that easy for me, and others I realize that they have other problems to deal with that I have never had to worry about. I had nobody to answer to, or anyone to worry about but me and Kristen. Sometimes having less worries is the lesser of the evils in my life. I worked hard and so did my daughter. She knew what it was like for me and I think it made her work even harder to get good grades in school and do all of her activities in hope of getting into an Ivy League school. If it were up to me, she’d definitely get in, she’d been working all of her teenage life towards it, not going to parties and not doing the other things that get teens in trouble. All in all, she was a pretty good kid. The only thing I ever had a problem with her, was with her attitude and mouth, but I couldn’t blame that all on her, because she got those things from me. Sometimes seeing yourself in someone else isn’t always a good thing.
Kristen came out to the car with a scowl on her face. Uh-oh, this wasn’t going to be an easy night after all. Just when I had thought we would have a nice quiet evening bonding, I remembered my comment to her out the window that morning. Better to not push her, just let her come out and say what she was thinking when she was ready. I smiled and said “Hi, hope you had a good day. We’re going to stop by the store and pick up stuff to make dinner, so think about what you want on the ride there.” She looked at me and huffed. Tonight was definitely not going to be a fun night.
I let her sit and stew in her anger on the way to the grocery store and when we got out and grabbed a cart, I finally asked her, “Well, what did you decide on? I was thinking steak.” She harrumphed and responded in an annoyed voice, “I don’t really care what you make for dinner. I’m not hungry anyway.” Those words had me realizing it was more than just my teasing her this morning that had her in a bad mood. She was upset with something or somebody else. I quickly grabbed some steak, green beans and macaroni and cheese and headed to the checkout stand. “Mom, we don’t have any soda at home, can I go grab a 2 liter?” I looked over my shoulder at her and said “Sure, but hurry up”. She quickened her pace towards the drink isle as I continued to the cashier. I set my groceries on the belt as she came skipping up, with a bright smile on her face. I really didn’t know what was going on now; these mood swings were going to give me whiplash. She just smiled at me and put the soda on the belt. I’d have to wait until we got to the car to ask her what happened. I knew better than asking questions like that in public. Maybe I should just wait until we reached home, who wanted to ruin a good mood?
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