Notes From The Underground

CHAPTER TWENTYSEVEN

 When I wake up she's gone still. I can hear the tv in the living room, so at least she wasn't out of the house yet. I stand up, getting dressed quickly, looking a mess. Logan is eating some crackers and watching whatever it is his mom is. He's an easy going kid, he watches whatever we watch and has a better attention span then even some adults I know. I guess I should be proud of him for that, and thankful because it makes raising him so easy. He had never been a difficult kid. Unless he wanted something, then he'd throw a fit.

He smiled when he saw me, his cheeks full of crackers. How the hell could this kid eat such salty crackers and not need a drink. There had to be at least seven or eight stuffed in his cheeks alone. I smiled back, walking over and sitting cross legged by him. He leaned on me, eating another cracker and watching the tv.

"This show is weird." He said, his mouth full. He could speak in sentences lately, the way his speech had developed was impressive for his young age.

"What is it?" I asked, moving a hand to play with his hair. It was comforting for me, twisting the little locks of brown hair he had.

"I dunno. Momma put it on." He shrugged, looking up at me. His eyes were so pretty, stunning cerulean and emerald green.

"Why don't you ask momma what show it is then?" I questioned. He shrugged.

"Don't wanna bug her." He said after a moment, smiling. "Thas rude." He nodded. I couldn't help smiling at him, a genuine real smile.

"Don't you think us talking during her show may be considered rude too?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't care about that." He shrugged.

"Dude." I laughed. "So you care about interrupting, but you don't care if you talk over the tv?"

"Pretty much."

"How'd you get to be so smart? Not many three year olds have this much personality."

"Your mom." He giggled, sticking out his tongue.

"I highly doubt that." I chuckled, standing up and lifting him from under his arms. "Alright kid. Wanna go see Peachy today?" I asked.

"Oh please please!!" He cheered, wiggling around excitedly.

"Hey! Wiggle worm calm down." I laughed quietly. "Let's get you dressed and then we'll head out. Give momma a break." I winked at her. She didn't second glance me, her eyes focused on her show.

"I can dress myself!!" He insisted, wiggling out of my arms and dropping to the floor, running off. I laughed again, not even trying to chase after him. The kid was stubborn and independent. I always thought my son would cling to everyone, like I do. But it seems he got his mother's independence. I was honestly grateful, it gave me room to slack on my parenting skills. 

I went into the bathroom, locking myself in and sighing gently. I did my normal, sitting up on the counter and rolling up the sleeves to my flannel. I had started wearing all my flannels more often, it prevented Kendall from stealing them. She had this new habit of wearing one of my shirts and one of my flannels as a jacket. The only reason she doesn't take my jeans is because I'm so much bigger than her in width.

You know what's happening, you know why I'm in the bathroom. I could be pissing, or doing my hair, my makeup, but you know what I'm really doing don't you? Once I'm done I get started on my hair, gelling through it and trying to spike it up in the back.. I was dazed and kept stumbling a bit, but for the most part held it together and put on my best act of sobriety. My hair was growing longer by the day to be honest. I couldn't remember the last time I had a hair cut. It was long enough that I had little horns growing from my hair behind my ears.