Today Jordan and I rolled out of bed at 6:30 with very heavy eyelids. Jo had already been crying for quite some time and we could ignore her pleadings no longer. Whenever Jo sees her rescuer she does this odd thing where she begins to smile rather largely but continues crying at the same time. We hope it does not mean she is prone to emotional confusion.
I told Jordan I was too tired to go to the gym, he then encouraged me to stay home, sleep, and eat all day. Which means I ended up going to the gym, running around all day, and eating very little. I have an innate tendency to do exactly the opposite of what I am told. My mother has had a difficult life. I know it is a major flaw, but I cannot help it. It lurks deep within me somewhere and cannot be cured. I have a hopeless case of chronic disobedience.
Jordan was a good little boy and went to work, he always does what he is supposed to. Last Friday when he "skipped" work I was quite surprised. Then he told me he was already scheduled to be out of the office, and that his appointment had been canceled. I knew such a rebellious streak could not have existed behind that innocent red-headed complexion.
Has anyone else noticed that red-heads are either completely good, like Dumbledore (before it turned white), or extremely devilish like Poison-Ivy from Batman?
Anyways, we all fulfilled our respective duties to the tee. Jordan sat in front of a computer punching numbers all day and dreaming of PhD school. I got all excited about a show on campus and then canceled because it was raining and I didn't want Jo to get wet on the long walk. And Jo cried, pooped, slept, and giggled until she got the hiccups. I would say, of the three of us, Jo is the most talented.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I landed here. A successful and loving husband, who supports us not only monetarily but in every way. An adorable baby who keeps me on my feet. And a wonderful home filled with hundreds of books and a very well-played piano.
All in all, life is good. Who could ask for more?
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What about the redheads who are fake? I love red hair and that is my main color of choice (although I'm dark brown now). Do we automatically become rebellious or good? I think I'm the anti-obeying type too. :D
I loved reading this!! I see why you are in creative writing, Leeny!! It is so...YOU!!! Love you all!!
i too am a fake red-head. (or was). Fake red-heads are not either completely good or completely evil. We do not have the angel or devil red-head gene coursing through our veins. so we are just normal people. (sad right?)
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