Is it still drinking alone if the kids are in the house, just asleep?
There's one of those tasty Smirnoff Twist things in my fridge, just waiting for me.
I went to the gym today, which I don't normally do on Tuesday, but we were having a showing and I needed to be out. It was as hot as a you know what in there (yeah, starts with mother, ends with fucker) and I was cursing myself for thinking I was all big and bad for running that race in such a good time.
As I was running, the (very hot) personal trainer came around the desk, up the stairs and into the machine area. He came right next to me, hopped on the treadmill next door and said "Take the earphones off." So I did.
"You have a phone call. It's your husband." He said. **
I don't carry my cell into the gym, so the phone call was at the front desk. I immediately panicked. I almost fell off the treadmill when the trainer said "It's okay. Everyone is okay. The real estate agent is trying to show your house, but the screen door is locked."
Okay, much better. I made my way to the desk, apologized profusely to John and said I would be right over to unlock the back door. I guess I had locked the screen door so that Alex could not get out and then when we left for the showing, I locked the front door from inside and we went out the garage. I do that alot, cause it's easier to click the button rather than try to lock the door while Alex darts out into the road.
I felt like such a retard. Just par for the course is what everyone was thinking. Look at Chantal, she's so cute and forgetful. I don't think it's cute. I do try so hard. Ugh.
Speaking of Alex darting, this kid is becoming a master escape artist. All of us are on cons-tat alert because he finds new ways to leave this house every day. We simply cannot cage this kid and it freaks me out. He's been a darter since he could walk and the only time I am truly at ease is when he is asleep or with his Dad somewhere out of the house.
It does make me look forward to when he has 90 acres to dart as he pleases and I won't have a coronary when he does it. Just over a month till we move! (Oh and one month till I turn 30, but we're not talking about that as I am still searching for someone to sell my soul to for that not to happen).
**What surprised me most in retrospect is that when John called, he said the trainer knew who I was immediately and came right over. He knew who I was. That makes me blush and feel silly. (Heehee).