APOV
For the longest time I have thought of myself as a family-centered person. I never wanted to climb the ladder of success. I just wanted to be around my children and take care of my family. In addition I thought I did quite well, but currently I doubt my maternal qualities, because my boys behave riotously and I have no idea how to get them under control.
Andy is going through an early infantile phase and behaves like a little baby. Every time we go a few miles he now throws himself to the ground and yells like a stuck pig, so after three days I backed down and I'm currently using the stroller once again. For most of the time now he is sitting in it or I have to carry him around way too much, which is exhausting because he is nearly 40 pounds. Furthermore he needs a bottle of milk every night, because without it he wouldn't fall asleep. And as embarrassing as it is, he has to wear diapers regularly, even though he was potty trained for some time now.
Tommy goes to the other extreme and behaves like a little adult, which could be very dangerous. It curdled my blood when he wanted to fix the safety socket cover with a hammer and a nail. Or when he wanted to start the lawn mower. Or when he wanted to slice the Sunday roast with the big, sharp knife. I appreciate his intention to help, but that's going too far!
I talked to Mrs. Burbridge again about Tommy having a fight with another boy at school. He picked on Tommy because he doesn't have a real father who accompanies him to the father/son bowling. Mrs. Burbridge has a great lack of understanding for these medieval forms of communication, so she showed me up and told me off in front of the other boy's parents. I don't like the idea of Tommy fighting at school too, but picking at a half-orphan for not having a father anymore isn't very gentlemanly either! Unfortunately, the energy to defend my child against Mrs. Burbridge is missing, so I apologized for Tommy's behavior and promised he'll do better next time.
It's Friday night and I'm sooooooo happy, that the boys are spending the night at Ray's. He's going to practice with them tomorrow for the bowling event, because he'll fill in as grandfather. I sit in the bath tube with a glass of wine in my hand and tears are running down my face. I don't like the person I became in such a short period of time. The former Ana would not have kidnapped an innocent man and would not have exploited him for two weeks. She would not have been happy for yielding the kids to Ray, but would have stood up for her kids against stupid principals. But that was once upon a time and now I'm nothing more than a picture of misery. And there doesn't seem to be any light at the end of the tunnel.
After my bubble bath I decide to go straight to bed to recover from this exhausting week. But of course my body opts out and so I lay in bed, stretching out, looking at the ceiling, while thoughts keep on drifting through my mind preventing me from finally relaxing a little. Seems to be karma I guess. Fuck!
Ok, so I caused a little confusion. Ana's not pregnant. What I meant was, that it couldn't be morning sickness, because in my opinion, you can't have sex on Saturday and then morning sickness on Monday - 2 days later. I don't think that the hCG level rises so fast ;).
7 chapters into the second part of the story and not one movie quote ... I sure wrote this part on my own this time ;D.
Christian618 - Sorry for the confusion - No baby. Or should I say not yet? We'll see ;)
Pielietje - I think the main problem is, that it's a story line from a funny 80s movie. It's not real life. But as you can read in this chapter - She sure regrets her actions.
emi17 - I'm sorryyyyy, but shorter chapters are easier to edit. Good things come to those who wait ;).
Guest - What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I guess. And so we wait for the next challenge in our lifes ...
SdaisyS - Thanks for the review ;D.
ashley . mercer . 16 - Oh my Jack. I soooooo wanted to write more about him in this story, but it just didn't fit in. Sadly but true - you can trust him here ;).