Okay, now I realize it looks like my ankle might be broken, but it's not. This was the "before" shot. Anyway, my errands were just fine...until I got to Costco. I swear...Friday must be "Costco Creeper" day because they were out in droves. My "favorite" was the old man (probably 70s) who was leaving when I was walking in. He looked me up and down, then caught my eye, smiled, and licked his lips. It was all I could do to not laugh at him. Because I so wanted to...but I also wanted to throw up. Decisions, decisions. After picking up the two items I needed: Gatorade for baseball tomorrow and avocados because...YUM, I went to check out. The cashier rang up my two items, then started ringing up the items belonging to the people behind me. I said, "Oh, excuse me, those aren't mine." as nicely as could be...and he didn't apologize. Instead he started complaining about how he'd been there since 4 a.m. and he was tired.
So, what did I do? I told him, "Uh oh...Do you hear that? It's the whambulance!" He looked puzzled while everyone around us burst out laughing. When it finally dawned on him, he muttered, "Clever" and went back to his business. I then collided with another man with a shopping cart who was in front of me. I motioned for him to continue, but he said, "No, I insist..." which would've been quite gentlemanly, had he not been staring at my behind as he spoke. The sense of chivalry kind of gets lost in that gesture. As I walked past him, quickly, I felt his eyes. As I looked for something else to focus on, I noticed a group of 4 college-aged guys, hanging out at a table at Costco. You know...where all the cool kids hang out. One of them was talking, but looked up, and as he looked up, he literally hit his friend sitting next to him and gestured towards me. Well, I assume it was me. Otherwise it was a really fascinating stationary cardboard box behind me. I know. It's a toss-up. All of them turned in my direction in sync (or N*Sync, if you prefer) and watched as I walked away. I know, because I could feel it.
Or maybe it was just that dang cardboard box.
When N got home from school, he was a complete butt. He was visibly upset, but wouldn't talk to me about it. He wouldn't even say what it was about, although I figured I knew. I told him he better get over it really quick because J was on his way over. He did a fair job of getting over it...and when J got here, they disappeared to play video games for a while. They went outside to run around, then came back to get ready for practice. When we left for practice, J rode with me, and N rode with J's dad. Apparently, that's how we do things.
And N & J? They're hilarious. They were playing Xbox while singing the "Teamwork" song from The Wonder Pets...a show neither of them watched when they were little. J and I talked all the way to practice, and by the time we got there, he had decided that he and N were going to switch little brothers. See, N's 6 months older than J and B is 6 months older than J's little brother E. So, it's almost like they're interchangeable...only not. Also, it was decided that after practice, N & J would return to my house to sleep and I'd take them to the game. Why not? They're the good ones.
Practice was rough for N, too. He was just being a jerk to everyone, and especially disrespectful to me. A couple of the dads called him out on his behavior, but I think it might've made things worse. I almost nixed the whole "slumber party" thing, but decided it might be a welcome distraction for whatever was bothering him. J's school was doing something with movie night and dads only, so N tagged along for that, and then they both came here.
When I told N to shower, however, that's when he told me, "Make me." And it went downhill from there. So fast. While J was in the shower, I got the scoop from N. Long story short, his best friend was out of town today, so everyone started trying to find out if N liked his best friend's girlfriend. And because he's honest, he said, "A little bit." so that started this huge drama. The girl lives in our apartment complex, so everyone teased N about it all day. And he's the sensitive one.
No, that doesn't make it okay, but it sure explains a lot...
And now I should probably go make the boys go to bed so they can get up for their game in the morning without being cranky.
You know, because sleep is completely important when you're 10 and playing baseball...or in J's case, playing baseball in the morning and soccer in the evening.
That just makes ME tired.
Aubs
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