Just A Little Blue

Yesterday was such an amazing day.
Good coffee.
Good conversations with mom and friends via text.
And T and me, we had a blast.
I let him sleep until 11.
I had coffee.
Read emails.
Wrote my post.
Decided that I was going to wax my mustache off. 😬😬😬
Followed by an anti-stress clay masque. ☺☺☺
Then it was time to awaken The Beast.
Went in and stood at the end of his bed.
Began to chant his name and time to get up.
Slowly I can see his eyes begin to open and I stand at the foot of his bed hands on my hips waiting.
I can see begin to register that I was standing there.
And then his eyes hit my face.
Omg I died laughing. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
So hard.
T: Mom why do you look like a failed smurf?????
Me: It is an anti-stress masque for my face. Deep clean.
T: And you had to come in and wake me up with it on?
Me: Yep. Now come on and get up. I’m hungry.
T: I’m hungry too.
Me: C’mon. You lay on the couch and keep me company while I tidy the kitchen and than I will make us breakfast.
He laid on the couch watching t.v. and we talked about nothing .
I loaded the dishwasher and washed what dishes could not go into the washer.
Then made us breakfast.
After breakfast we sat and talked.
Again not about anything in particular just general chit chat.
I went to wash my face off and given that I had been wearing my glasses wanted to make sure that I had gotten all the blue off the nose piece.
I realize that what I am wiping off is not coming off so I pull the glasses closer and peer and the nose piece.
There are tiny alligators on my nose piece!!!!!!!!!
Me: T I have alligators on my nose piece.
T: What?
Me: C’mere.
T comes in and I point to my glasses.
Me: Look on the nose piece.
T: Mom what is the nose piece?
Me: Uh, this part here. (Pointed to said part.)🤦🤦🤦🤦
T: Why were you looking so closely?
Me: I was making sure all the blue was off my glasses.
T: Why are the bags under your eyes so dark? Did you not sleep last night?
Me: I forgot to put my eye serum on. (Pull it out of the basket) Mind it did expire in 2020.
T (taking it from me and throws in the garbage): Mom. 🤦
He did continue to stand there and point out where I had missed the blue.
Now by this time it has been an hour and a half that we have been hanging out.
When we came out of the bathroom I headed for the couch and he for his bedroom.
Me: Where are you going?
T: To my room.
Me (mock hurt): What? Why? Do you not love me?
T: Mom it has been an hour and a half.
Me (mock sullenness): Fine. Go to your room.
T (mock lecture tone): Mom do you know how lucky you are? Do you know how many kids do not hang out with their parents at all?  Won’t even look at them? K only hangs out with M when forced to.
Me: No he sits with her on the couch.
T: When he is playing video games.
Me (pretending to mull it over): Alright you have me on that one.
T (mock sternly): So stop complaining.
The two of us were giggling so hard by the end of the exchange.
I know I have said it before and I will say it again; although never within T’s hearing range as I must keep him on his toes; I am such a lucky mom with the relationship that I have with T. 🤗🤗☺☺
©Nov. 28/21
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