"Sitting out dances on the wall, Trying to forget everything that isn't you, I'm not going home alone, Cause I don't do too well on my own. The only thing worse than not knowing, Is you thinking that I don't know. I'm having another episode. I just need a stronger dose"
--Fall Out Boy
"It's like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. In box form. Leaning towards my baby. Dear lord Alex! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I shrieked, dropping the light weight box in my arms. Piled on the lawn of Jasey's mini mansion was a pile of boxes swaying in the breeze, with Alex sitting near the base. Her large baby blues widened at my screaming. I was going to tear Sam a new one for stacking them like that. I snatched Alex from the ground, ignoring her questioning "Mommy?"s.
Jace was laughing from the moving truck, I was standing next to him moments ago. I shot him a death glare, willing laser beams to shoot from my irisis. If wishes were fishes, I'd be a fisher men. But for now I'll settle for an angry single mother.
"Why would you do that? Huh? Do you enjoy scaring Mommy? Do you get a sick kick out of that you evil munchkin!" I grumbled under my breath. Alex tried to wiggle out of my arms but that only made me tighten my grip. She thinks she's going to be put down after this? HA!
"Jace, set up that play pen over on the lawn. Not by any boxes," I emphasized the word 'boxes', my nerves shot. I was running on large doses of caffeine and Advil. Our land lord went psycho nuts that we were moving out and demanded we leave before the rent was due. Did I mention it was June 25th? We were scrambling, Alex had picked up the habitof running in circles with her arms in the air because of this. Her own special impression of Mommy.
"Mommy!" Alex's voice rose in pitch witha whine, pointing to her flat belly. Food, right, kids need that don't they? Why couldn't scientists catch up with me and make food magically appear when you need it. The sun was hot, beating down on us incredibly so. Jasey had some beautiful pool in the back yard we haven't had the chance to look at and I was already itching to get out of my clothes.
"Hold on baby, I'll get you some food after we get all of the boxes out of the truck," I said as sweetly as I could to her, glaring at the chubby moving man. He had been sitting on his butt for the past hour or so munching on a greasy pizza. And he was being paid by the hour. If I were any more impulsive I'd chuck a stick at him, or more likely a sippy cup. God since when did I become such a-a-a MOM!
Jace was a saint, scrambling to put up the play pen for Alex. She was being the opposite, her nose wrinkled in distaste and her lower lip jutting out in a pout. I tsked her about being so much of a whiner and recieved a sullen look. Maybe I'll give her a cookie later. Probably not because of the holier than thou attitude she's got going on today. If I felt dirty from all the boxes and sweat and I just wanted to lie down somewhere and SLEEP.
Alex's sleeping patterns were getting better, while mine stayed the same. I had begun to smear foundation under my eyes to hide the hideous purple bags. Without make up I'd look like some mobster's girlfriend who had just gotten whooped into submission. I sat Alex in the play pen with slight protest from her until I handed her another sippycup with ice cold lemonade. From then on she was silent from under the large oak tree out front.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, it was about noon time, and in a couple of moments we could call it a day. The last of the cardboard boxes were being unloaded into either the foyar or the front lawn. Mostly the front lawn because our bronze, Sam and Jace, are lazy slackers.
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Broken Me
RomanceI loved him, I stayed by his side as his best friend. But then he knocked up my best friend and left for the army. Now I'm stuck raising a baby that's not mine while my best friend ruins her life. Oh, and that boy? He's back. Maybe I feel too much...
