Every Monday I have dinner with my friend/coworker and her family. Her husband is hilarious and always talks sports with me. Her two children (Clara 4 and Elliot 2) are so adorable and always say "Miss" before my name. Dinner is always an adventure with the children. Elliot runs around the dining room and Clara always talks my ear off about her day at school. After dinner we head to the Ice Cream Shop and get some delicious treats. Clara always gets cookie dough and Elliot always ends up wearing his ice cream. Spending time with her family is what gets me through Mondays.
Tonight we were walking back to our cars and we had to cross the street. Clara was standing next to me on the street corner. Before the light changed Clara grabbed my hand and said "will you hold my hand when I cross the street?" My hearted instantly melted to reveal my biological clock. As we crossed the street I swear I heard it start to tick. Oh man... I mean I know I want kids but I thought I had a few more years for the clock started going off. On my drive home I started thinking about my ex (we will call him... Chris otherwise known as Putt-Putt) and what would happen if I give him another chance.
Before we get into that...maybe I should back up and explain a few things.
See, I thought my clock was ticking today too, I saw these cute little blonde kids playing around. They were doing the parent&child class. Giggles, smiles, hugs, waves. So adorable. Then as it was time to leave, one of them started sreaming, throwing toys, spitting water and then stomping around the deck. That smashed my clock with a hammer... not just any hammer, an acme sized hammer (think Wile Coyote). I loved your other post with the nick-names. :o)
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