She says I’m Cool

Went to bed at 10:30 last night.
Unable to fall asleep.
When I awoke I could have gotten up and started my day.
Only I had been asleep for shy of 2 hours.
Got myself a snack and crawled back into bed.
2:30/3ish I woke with my arm aching.
Lucky and Loki both took a turn laying across my arm which while it eased the ache was a tad uncomfortable.
Then I started to feel warm so  I kicked off the covers and discovered that Thomas had landed on the bed too.
Unable to get comfortable I decided that the better option was to get up.
My arm ached after the Pfizer poke so this was not unexpected.
What is unexpected is this little bout of not sleeping.
I was told to expect chills/vomiting/flu like symptoms etc but nothing about not being able to sleep.
If my arm and inability to sleep is all I am going to go through I would be able to handle it.
Right after writing that last sentence the sneezing and feeling chilled began but it is Sunday and I can spend my day on the couch.
Having my coffee which adds in a kick of warmth.
Am sitting watching The Serpent on Netflix.
So far it is interesting.
Takes place in the late ’70’s in Bangkok.
Not sure if you would term this guy as a serial killer or more of an opportunist.
Gems.
Drugs.
Missing men and women.
Give it a look if that type of thing interests you.
Last night the ex was messaging me.
He finally responded to a question I had asked a few days ago.
Told me he was having a midlife crisis.
I told him there is no such thing as a midlife crisis.
That is just bullshit people tell themselves and others to justify their behaviour and actions.
It is like giving a pass to a teenager and letting them run rampant.
Only we would ground a teen and/or smack them upside the head for acting an ass.
I have a year to go before I hit my midlife point.
That is if I live until I am 100.
I do not feel like I am turning 50.
Was talking with one of my co-workers about my grandma and how she had passed when T was
2 1/2 and she remarked how sad that was.
That she would not know what to do if her grandma passed.
I had to remind her once more that we are not the same age.
That I am almost 30 years older than her.
To which she responded:
Jay you don’t act like you are old. I always forget that you are not the same age as me.
You are cool not old.
I smiled.
At least someone thinks that I am cool.
I know T doesn’t right now and will not for at least the next 5.
But that is okay because I am not suppose to be cool for him just his friends and everyone else.
©June 20/21
Picture is my own

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

8 thoughts on “She says I’m Cool”

  1. “But that is okay because I am not suppose to be cool for him just his friends and everyone else.”

    You are. Never let a rotten teenager convince you otherwise. From someone who remembers being a rotten teenager, I can tell you that he won’t appreciate your “coolness” until after he comes home for the 5th or 6th time with a load of laundry from college and you’re waiting with a much needed hug. Then after college when he’s finally able to work a washing machine after 300 explanations from you, he will be old enough to accept you as you are, and he will see what your colleague saw: a cool lady who will not be stopped my mere time.

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      1. The battles will be won and lost for both of you. The war will be won by both. You may not see it now, but you will. Be ready for the change and accept it with grace and relief, because any other way can cause a rift that may not be repaired. (Although even the most stubborn mom can be forgiven after te battles ease, and same could be said for snotty teenagers 😂)

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