So, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m about to be the horrible host.
(This picture is of some Japanese writing I attempted to recreate using my new colligraphy pen, no connection to my story, but as I take a break from colligraphy I’m going to wrap up this embarrassment of mine.)
Like nervous little Anne Shirley left alone to host a tea party and feeding Diana enough alcohol for a whole bar, I was digging in the fridge for drinks to offer.
I brought Jackson a fruity drink, I don’t love them exactly, I never finish a whole one, but every once in a while it sounds good.
I only had two, so I gave him one and just poured a little in a cup for myself. I let him know he could drink the rest of mine if he wanted, like I said, I never finish one.
Well, after watching two movies in a row it was late, Jackson turned into a funny chatter box which entertains me, but annoys Adam.
Adam goes to bed, and Jackson turns into the emotional sharing kinda drunk.
Now I’m feeling a little guilt, but on the bright side maybe it’s good he gets things off his chest, only I couldn’t make him feel any better, so I guided him into see Adam.
Then the vomiting started, and I really felt really bad, like I just poisoned someone- I apologized a lot, to him and Adam.
But the goofy Jackson and sad Jackson mixed together for a new pathetic character who talked to himself while attempting to clean up his mess.
My mess really, stupid me, but jumping into action is one of my strengths, and gross things just loose their power over you when you have kids.
So I took charge of the vomiting in the bathroom and tucking the poor guy into bed, he was out so fast, and that sigh of relief came over me as I flooped into bed next to Adam.
“I feel like Anne Shirley when she accidentally got Diana Barry drunk. You leave me alone for five minutes and I’ll make a mess of things.”
Adam knows I think of these characters as if they actually exist in our lives.
“Only you would be thinking of Anne Shirley right now.”
And in an instant somehow it all felt better.