Eat and Run
The unfortunate timing of children is uncanny. Today I got home from work at approximately 2:45pm. Jonathan had just laid down for his nap, so I thought I had plenty of time to get my "lunch" before I had to deal with him. I piddled around, changed out of my work clothes, and put the rest of the spaghetti on the stove to reheat. Once the delicious aroma filled the kitchen I piled some on a plate. No lie, my mouth started watering. Just as I lifted the first bite to my lips ...
Mooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
In all reality it took me only ten minutes to heat the spaghetti, but thinking I had plenty of time it had actually taken me closer to thirty minutes.
So there I am, most unattractively shoveling pasta in my mouth, half hoping he would wake Tyler up so I could enjoy my "lunch", half hoping he would not wake Tyler because ... well, he has to sleep for work. I finish what was on my plate, toss it aside and dash into Jonathan's room, only to find him sitting there quietly playing. As if he had heard me coming and thought, "I disrupted her lunch, now I can go back to being good."
The child who once acted like maybe he was going to be a little behind developmentally has now surpassed my expectations tenfold. He has had a runny nose for a day or so now, and has been surprisingly good about letting me wipe it. Today, however, I leaned over and put the tissue to his nose and ... he blew his nose! My fourteen month old blew his nose. I about fell on my ass. He looks at me and grins, then leans into the tissue and does it again. Smart ass!
Later on in the evening he began fussing, which is not unusually, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. He kept grabbing at my bottle of pop, so I went to give him a drink and he grabbed the bottle out of my hands, tipped it up and commensed to chug like a pro. No gagging or spilling. I do not know what has gotten into this kid. Is he mine?
I ask myself that question quite often, honestly. You must remember, he is the spawn of the spawn of Satan (Tyler's mom), and this has to explain the current fit of temper tantrums we have been dealing with. I never did such a thing when I was his age.
Anywho, I have almost made it through three full weeks of work. Time has really been flying. And it has been interesting.
There is this very unfortunate kid at work who has been led under the assumption, thanks to another co-worker, that he has a chance of getting a date with me. He comes into "my office", a training/break room, several times a day other than just for his break. Well, yesterday he came in and went into the bathroom. I sat there waiting because I had to use it as well. Ten minutes later(!), he finally comes out and goes back downstairs to the plant floor. I waited a decent amount of "air out" time and went into the bathroom to find this thick, white goop all over the toilet seat. Long story short ... I got sick and can no longer go to the bathroom at work.
I have made some friends already. One of the coolest people there is out IT (tech) guy. He is a riot, not to mention a computer genius, and probably the only person besides Boss Lady who actually remembers my name. Okay, I take that back. A few others remember my name, too, but only because they love to tease me. Oh well ... such is my life.
Now, I must sleep.