I actually did show McKay these...right when he got home from his break that day and I don't remember what he said. Probably because he just groaned and changed the subject. ha!
This has been happening a lot lately- the let-Jax-do-whatever-he-wants thing. The bracelet thing is is no big deal, obviously- but yesterday morning, we painted the kitchen counter with yogurt, and a couple days ago, we drank some water upstairs by ourself and dumped it on the carpet a few times because McKay, just letttt him has been coming out of my mouth more than ever.
And honestly, I have been sitting here thinking and thinking about how to start this next paragraph (the one you're reading right now) because I was going to write about the tragedy in Connecticut. But honestly, how do you even start? How? I don't know. I guess I'll just say that lately, Jax's cheeks have been kissed a trillion times. And he gets to do whatever he wants. And his mom will just sit and stare at him for a really long time. And she lets him sleep on her instead of putting him into bed. And she takes pictures of everything- even the little things- like greasy handprints on a mirror that she kept not cleaning for days.
So like everyone else, we have been here, reeling with the news and taking it the only way we know how. And on top of that, I have been sick, which is bittersweet. The bitter part is being sick, but the sweet part is hearing things like omgshhhhh cleaning takes so longggggg.
Yes McKay, it does.
I heart those moments. And I don't even have to say "I told ya so," I just humbly and politely nod and give him a little good, remember this for the next year until I am sick again pat-on-the-back.
Yesterday, I finally started feeling better- so in all my excitement, I cleaned and Cloroxed our entire upstairs, and then I stayed up until 2am playing on my computer and eating chocolate. It was so fun, until the eating started to be the i'm-full-but-they-taste-so-good kind of eating, and before I knew it, I ate almost an entire jar of Chocolate. And I felt sick, but satisfied. And it's very sad, because this was actually part of my dad's Christmas present. And it all started by thinking it's okay, eat just one...he will never know. But it ended with whatever! Go to Nordstrom and buy a new jar of them tomorrow!
And by then end, I looked down at my lap in amazement at the giant pile of wrappers. And I just had to take another middle-of-the-night Photobooth pic of myself.
seriously, that is like fifty wrappers.
i hate myself.