DD came over Wednesday night after a two night break from one another (I had plans) and then Thursday we and all the kids went to the pool. We ended up chatting back at my place after pooltime while the kids played about the places I was looking at to move into. My impression is the amount of money that he is willing to spend on a habitat is less than I am willing to spend. I figure that I still get to move where I want and if he wants to move in, he'll either figure it out or wait till next year to really talk about it. I'm okay with either.
Friday night, we had made plans to have all the kids spend the night elsewhere and he was to accompany me to a friend's party downtown. Realizing we were child-free...and that my 26th birthday was on Sunday...he asked if he could make reservations for dinner for the two of us. This was very gallant and I happily accepted.
We ended up going to a pricey and DELICIOUS Bralizian restuarant on the Plaza. Wine was good, food was to die for - the whole experience was AWESOME.
It was me who fucked it all up by realizing AFTER we had driven downtown, parked and were walking to the bar that my ID was still in my laptop bag where I had stowed it for easy access during my airport trips. Little Red fail.
We ended up going to my house - I changed my clothes into something more comfortable than the heels and halter dress I'd been sporting - and headed to a local bar to play pool - only to discover they no longer have a pool table. Bah!
Suddenly, we both seemed to realize that it was Friday, we'd worked all day, eaten a lot, had a couple drinks...and were old and tired.
"Sleep tonight, play in the morning?" I blearily suggested as I crawled into bed.
He nodded. OLD!!! Old old old!
Luckily, waking up at 7 AM for some fun times made me feel less old...that is until he had to stop mid-sexy times to blow his nose and then came in an pointed out how much "sleep" he had in one eye and I realized upon closer inspection that he had pink eye! Ack! Infectious disease!
I had thrown the sheets in the laundry, put my clothes back on and was tucking one side of fresh sheets and ready to clorox the doorknobs when he emerged from the bathroom after I gave him the eye drops that I used for my son's pink eye.
'Oh, so we're done here?" he said with slight suprise and less slight disappointment. "Well, at least you got yours."
I smiled broadly. "There's that. I'm sorry, but...I don't want pink eye."
He mutters that he understands but I can tell he wishes something else had happened.
Luckily, my son has swim lessons so we part for then and plan to reconvene later to take the kids to the movies. We do just that (Cars 2 is lame, btw) and then head home with kids and I run to the grocery store, spend too much money, and come home to make another family meal.
Of note: I make dinner and clean up dinner. It's my place. I should but...only his oldest daughter offers to help with the clean-up.
It doesn't bother me, but I'm noting it...and then curl up on the couch with him and the gin and tonic he's made me to watch "The Little Mermaid" before putting the kids to bed.
Somehow, we're both tired again, and after a little making out, pass out. Just in time for me to feel older and lamer than ever.
Luckily, we both wake up at 4 AM for some unknown reason and spend 2 blissful hours doing all kinds of things I'm not able to mention here for fear of future discovery.
We sleep for another hour or so before I rise and get waffles going for my son and his girls and then hop in the shower - as we're to meet my father for an outing at the zoo.
The zoo is FUN. The kids have a great time, and even though we're all sweating like crazy and hot as hell 5.5 hours later, it's a good time had by all. I'm impressed when DD pays for everyone's admissions and keeps making an "it's your birthday" fuss over me paying for anything. It's sweet.
We head home and he's asleep in the car as his girls are already clamoring for a trip to the pool. I have birthday dinner plans with my mom sister and father, so I get my soon a bath, ready things for the pool thinking I can send DD and the girls to my pool since I'm thinking DD is too tired to gear up for another family thing of mine. As I strip out of my sweat drenched clothes and head to the shower, he's half passed out on my bed.
Minutes later, furiously trying to hop in and out of the shower, he joins me.
"You appear to have found some energy," I say, half-surprised.
"You took off your shirt," is his only explanation.
I lose some time in the shower, but manage to get out of the house on time anyway. I find myself leaving my housekey and the pass to the pool so they can swim - after having stacked 3 towels for them, packed sunscreen and goggles.
Here's the thing: I'm a mom. I like doing the mom thing. I just want to make sure I don't set a precedence of over-mom-ing a grown man. He's got kids. He's 8 years older than me. I get that I move at a crazy person pace. I don't slow down. I almost always have energy. Not everyone moves like that.
That night, as I walk into my house excepting to see the mess from the kids and where they slept the previous night...I find my house clean. And think..ahhhh...this is going to be okay.
I text back and forth about how great the weekend was, thank him, etc. and he texts back a long time before ending with "you've won us all over"
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