I am my mother’s only one

By christa 9 January, 2009 random

Scene: downtown crossing train station.

Ry & I are waiting for the ashmont train. The braintree train pulls in and we step back out of the way. As people load into the train, he says to me, “People have to go on the train to read their books.” Pause. “And drink their coffee.”

I laugh. “They do ry, they sure do.”

scene: the red line inbound.

ry & I are riding along, he’s squirming around doing whatever it is he does, and I’m reading a text message on my phone that makes me smile. he sees this and says to me “mom, why are you going like this?” and then imitates me smiling. (I think I need to smile more, if he doesn’t even know what I’m doing when I’m smiling.)

scene: ry’s bed at night, before he goes to sleep.

after books, I’m laying in bed with him, helping him relax for sleep. I ask him if wants me to send dad in next. he says yes. then I ask him if he wants nana to come lay with him. and he says, “no. nana is too old to get into my bed.”

I am a jinxer

By christa 7 January, 2009 random

as soon as I start talking about the B’s and their awesomeness, they start losing. IT’S ALL MY FAULT. I need to shut my stupid mouth.

I really think I am too invested in hockey though. The past two games after watching the Bruins lose, I dreamt about them all night, over and over. I woke up three or four times throughout the night thinking about them, tormented, only to fall back asleep to dream about yet more hockey. it’s sick, I tell you, sick. I need help!

I am not going to talk about hockey again until the bruins win the cup. that’s a promise! (and by promise I mean “ha, you wish.” and by “ha, you wish” I mean “ha, you wish I would stop talking about hockey” not “ha, you wish the bruins would win the cup christa” although it’s true I do wish they would win the cup, I wish it with all my heart.)