Curled over on her knees, face pressed into the carpet, single moans escaping from her head and her stomach. She breathes in slowly. She hears the playful giggles, the smacking of kisses, the hissing sound that is made when his tongue is pressed up against his 2 little teeth. In my previous life this situation, this state that I am in would of killed me. Ruined my day, left me as a pile of mush. But this life has no room for that. No place for whimpering. Through supportive, obliged, conversation come the words that snap me into reality "Honey you've had a baby remember, you can handle this". Flash into reality, no time for feeling sorry for myself. I sit up, shove a cracker in my mouth and curse a certain boy for getting me in this predicament. I know I feel rough, I look even rougher, but I have places to be & a person to be to people. Talk about motivation.
*Side note - When finding themselves in the above situation I suggest copious amounts of rice and thai food, not another beer.*
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We should have given you a caesar. That's where we went wrong. Actually, I take that back. The paper bag on the airplane is where everything went wrong. THAT's when we should have ordered the alcohol mini's...
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