OTM
One thing kids were going to do was wait until the last minute to say something about school projects.
Carter waited until as soon as we sat down to eat dinner to let me know he had an entire family tree project due the next day. I was pissed the entire meal.
I had no clue where to even start so I read the directions his teacher gave him and then started looking on Pinterest for inspiration. He was going to do majority of the project, but it wasn't going to be done in time unless I helped. He didn't know half of his family tree either.
The second we sat down to start, I realized we were missing the most important thing. Glue.
I wanted to scream. I already had a long enough day, and this was the nail in the coffin.
Carter noticed my irritation and tried to come up with a better solution. "Why don't we just ask mama to go to the store? I think she'll be home by now."
I checked the time on my Apple Watch and he was right. She should've been home and knowing her, she wouldn't say no to Carter. I spoiled him but she took it to another level.
I thought for a minute before responding because I wasn't sure if I wanted to see my ex wife, and I was wearing a pink skin tight Alo tank top and legging set and I didn't really want her to see me in that. But the pros outweighed the cons, so she'd have to. "... Okay. But you call her."
He smiled and ran upstairs to go call her off his iPad.
That kid was going to be the death of me.
He was gone for a couple minutes and then came back downstairs to the living room still talking on the phone. "Mama asked if you want cupcakes."
"Huh?" I was completely lost. "She's supposed to be getting glue. Who said anything about cupcakes?"
I heard her yell from his iPad. "What my baby wants, he gets!"
I rolled my eyes. "Well 'your baby' has to go to sleep in a couple hours and doesn't need all that sugar right now."
You'd think we were teen moms or something with the way she acted at times. As lesbians, the only way we could have a baby was intentionally, and we were years into a marriage and in our mid twenties when we decided to have Carter. She was way too old to not know he didn't need a bunch of sugar at 8:00pm on a school day.
"Well, he can have half of a cupcake tonight and then take a cupcake to school tomorrow. It's fine."
"Fine. No I don't want any." I didn't want to go back and forth with her in front of Carter and I was tired of constantly being the bad guy so I just gave in. If he stayed up and was tired at school, that would be between him and his mother.
Carter cheered. "Yay! Come quick, mama. We're waiting on you."
We?
"I'll be there soon. I'm still in the car, I haven't even gone in the house yet."
"Alright. See you." He hung up the phone and had the biggest smile on his face. I guess a cupcake couldn't hurt.
I considered putting on a hoodie while we waited for her to come over, but I wasn't going to let her presence make me anything but comfortable in my own home so I didn't.
She came over surprisingly fast and came right in without ringing the doorbell. Unfortunately, she still had a key. "Cupcake lady's here!"
Only she would walk into somebody else's house yelling like that.
Carter got up and ran to meet her at the door but I stayed seated on the living room floor where we were going to work on the project. "Bey, I hope you remembered the glue and not just the cupcakes."
