Page 114 of Three Not-So-Little Words
Ronnie
The following morning, I wake up on the couch. Apparently, I fell asleep out here last night and never bothered to move to the bedroom. I faintly remember Drew trying to wake me, but I was too exhausted to get up.
Slowly, I sit up as every muscle in my body screams at me. They aren’t used to that much work in such a short amount of time.
I glance at the clock and see that it’s only six AM. The only time I’ve ever seen six AM is when I have a super early flight to catch or when I’ve stayed up the whole night before. Neither of which I’ve done in quite some time.
I’m the only one awake, and I want to keep it that way. No one else needs to see this time of day if at all possible. That being said, Ineedto take a shower. Not taking one in a couple of days coupled with all the work I did is not a good combination.
I’m not one of those girls who they think smell like roses all the time. Far from it. Me taking a shower is a public service at this point.
As quietly as I can, I sneak into the bedroom and head straight for the master bathroom. Drew is snoring like crazy, so I think I’m safe. I make my shower as quick as possible while still washing my hair and making myself smell better.
When I’m done, I put on a T-shirt and some leggings. Do you know how hard it is to put on leggings in a steamy bathroom? Trying to slip them over my thighs is like trying to wrestle two pigs. At this rate, I’ll be sweaty all over again before I even get out of the bathroom.
Once I am finally dressed, I quietly make my way back to the living room. First, I stop by the kitchen. There’s a note on the counter from Drew.
Ronnie,
If you wake up hungry, there’s leftover pizza in the fridge.
-D
Don’t mind if I do.
I open the door and grab the pizza. Without even warming it up, I bite into the cold slice.
Still delicious.
I’ve just finished my second slice when a sleepy Colton walks out of his bedroom and joins me on the couch.
“Morning, little dude,” I say.
“Hi.”
Something suddenly occurs to me. “Whoa, Colton, did you sleep in your own bed all night?”
He is still pretty tired and confused, but he manages to nod.
“Woo-hoo!” I throw my arms up in the air, unable to hide my excitement.
Maybe Drew and I can have some uninterrupted alone time tonight.
I flip through the channels and find some cartoons to amuse Colton. I get sucked into the show right along with him when he asks, “Ronnie, can I have something to eat?”
“Uh, sure. What do you want?” I ask, praying it won’t be something off the wall that I have no idea how to make.
“Cereal.”
Thank God.
See how much easier kids are than babies? He told me exactly what he wanted.
I walk into the kitchen and make him a bowl of the chocolate cereal in the cabinet and pour some milk over the top before bringing it over to him and setting it on the coffee table.
“Why don’t you sit on the floor?” I tell him. “So that you don’t get anything on the couch.”
Good lord, who the fuck am I turning into? My mother–that’s who.
