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Yesterday afternoon, I was at work, trying to avoid a massive headache and also explain the difficult concept of putting your heads down and your thumbs up to a group of overly-hyper and attention-starved 6-year-olds when my cell phone rang. I didn't pick it up, obviously, even though all of the little bugs started whining and telling me "Auuuubrreyyyyyyy your cellll phone is rrrrrrrrrinnginnngggg!!!!"
But that ring was a call back to reality. I realized that very soon, the day would be over, and soon I would say goodbye to these little children and go back to my own life. It was very exciting to realize that after spending over eight hours with children ages eight and under, I would soon be free and not a slave to little creatures that like to argue over passing out papers and sharing crayons. Sure, my adult world has problems. But it also doesn't have little hands grabbing for my attention when I get home from work.
James called me. He had just gotten back from Shaw's and was making apple pie and would I want to come over and have some?
As complicated as my life has been with boys and friends and friends who are boys, and as loooong as my day had been, this particular offer was just about the most perfect thing to do at that particular time. I'm a firm believer in the powers of pie, and apple pie in particular solves everything.
And it did. Any of the awkwardness that I was worried about over this overly complicated "situation" faded a little bit. Spending time with James last night felt normal. It felt friendly. Except now, we could kiss. And touch. And it felt good. And so things are looking up.
But that ring was a call back to reality. I realized that very soon, the day would be over, and soon I would say goodbye to these little children and go back to my own life. It was very exciting to realize that after spending over eight hours with children ages eight and under, I would soon be free and not a slave to little creatures that like to argue over passing out papers and sharing crayons. Sure, my adult world has problems. But it also doesn't have little hands grabbing for my attention when I get home from work.
James called me. He had just gotten back from Shaw's and was making apple pie and would I want to come over and have some?
As complicated as my life has been with boys and friends and friends who are boys, and as loooong as my day had been, this particular offer was just about the most perfect thing to do at that particular time. I'm a firm believer in the powers of pie, and apple pie in particular solves everything.
And it did. Any of the awkwardness that I was worried about over this overly complicated "situation" faded a little bit. Spending time with James last night felt normal. It felt friendly. Except now, we could kiss. And touch. And it felt good. And so things are looking up.