So, I suppose saying I’m back and regular and then not posting for four days is kind of silly. But I’ll work on it.
Tonight was my last night at work for about 3 weeks. On December 27th, I get to fly back to Canada and spend “Christmas” with my family. That word is in quotes simply because it wont actually be Christmas day that I’ll be there, but close enough.
I’m really excited to go home. We’ve finished all our Christmas shopping, and all that is left to do is clean our house. REALLY we need to do this.
Ok, so here’s some new stuff. I met a lady through dance and we’ve kind of become friends. Really, I’m helping her learn the Hiphop dance, because she’s worried she’s not good enough at it. Anyhow, I’ve gone over to her house twice now, and chatted with her for a good long while. She’s really an amazing person, and I met two of her children. Her middle child, Olivia, is 4 years old, going on 12. I swear, she is one of the most mature, and pleasant children I have ever met. She wears the cutest glasses – bifocals, no less – and her hair is long enough for her to sit on it. She’s just precious.
Then I met her little brother, Thomas. He’s 2 years old, and the size of a six year old. He’s shy, and quiet, and I’ve yet to learn his language, but he’s very sweet, and getting to know him is fun.
Their mom says that playing with her kids is good birth control, because after I spend time with them, I wont want my own. She doesn’t know how wrong she could possibly be. If I can hang out with those children that aren’t my own, and enjoy them, laugh at them, and see how much fun they are, how could I not want the added benefit of them being mine? Have those little children call me mom? Of course I want that.