Okay. So it was bound to happen some time, but I can't imagine ever being prepared for it. In fact, I believe this was one of the most traumatic moments of my life. Allow me to explain...
Steve has been very sick over the past week- so sick, in fact, he actually entertained the idea of seeing a doctor on his own. Fever, chills, aches & pains, sore throat, dripping nose, deep-lung coughs... you name it, he had it. To top this off, it has been a crazy week at work for him- he can't seem to get his department up to speed, and he cannot fathom why. So, to make sure his people were on the ball, he was forced to work over Saturday morning, which meant he couldn't het here until late Saturday afternoon.
No prob. He and Abby arrived just in time for JJ and JE to leave with G'ma Ann, and JA was out and about with his new squeeze, Katie, shopping for Sadie Hawkins shirts "until about 10:00." So Steve, Abby, Baby G and I ate some dinner, we gave baths, had baths ourselves, put the girls to bed, then settled on the couch with a nice bottle of wine. What followed was both magical and primal- as it always is- and just as we were catching our breath and coming back down to earth, we hear a loud BANG! on the bedroom door. We both startled, then I called out, "JA? You home?"
I heard a giggle, then, "Yeah."
So, like any concerned mother, I hopped up, scooped up my pajamas and held them in front of my chest, and dashed into the bathroom (my bedroom and bathroom have a connecting door, and there is also a door into the bathroom through the kitchen.) What I didn't realize is that JA had decided to come into the bathroom via the kitchen, which resulted in a very traumatic meeting of mother and son.
I could've died.
I think we both screamed, and JA scurried out of the bathroom and downstairs to his room where he proceded to call not only his girlfriend and relate the story in full, but also his two best male friends (one of whose parents go to church with me, and have known Troy since he was in diapers!) Steve laughed and laughed, and we both woke up snickering about it this morning. But deep inside, I am mortified.
I think I finally warped him.
About Me
- Sunny J
- The Land of Tall Corn, State of Confusion, United States
- I'm a soon-to-be-divorced Mom of four, living every minute of my life to the fullest. Like the song says, "I ain't settlin'..."
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Where does one send a check to donate to JA's psychiatry fund?
He assures me he is quite all right and kids me about it non-stop. This has also lead to some very interesting conversations between him and Steve- nothing argumentive or combative- he just asks his opinion on moral issues, then tests his answers. When i ask why he is asking Steve instead of his dad, he says it's because Steve has been married twice and "been around." Don't know if that's good or bad, but I welcome all open communication.
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