Deep Breath. Thank you, Lord. One down and one to go. Seven o'clock had come around, and since the toddler hadn't had a nap, it was bedtime for him. Gleefully, Jill hurried him into bed and grabbed a nursery rhymes book. He loved nursery rhymes and was particularly concerned over the fate of Humpty Dumpty. Tonight was no exception. After reading about 20 or so rhymes, skipping to find ones she could recite quickly by heart, Jill kissed toddler and slipped out the door quickly. Door shut. The handle on the inside of the door had conveniently fallen off. Assuming she shut it carefully, toddler should be in place for the night. He would most likely grab his pillow and blanket and make a bed by the door. He'd pull back the flowing curtain covering the glass-paned door and drift to sleep with his head facing the livingroom. By morning, though, he'd be burrowed with the blanket wrapped snugly over and around his head. She didn't undertstand how he got enough oxygen, but he seemed bright enough.
Now off to her room. Jill snatched up the baby, fussing in his swing and snuggled in bed to nurse him. Bam. Five minutes later, he was out and the night was finally hers. Of course the Meg Ryan movies she was hankering for were not available for instant streaming on Netflix. She could study the trig she'd forgotten in the last decade in preparation for another teacher certification test. She didn't really believe in the test. Of course, administrators would want someone who had degrees in the area, not just the ability to pass a test.
But, fingers crossed, maybe enough people weren't into math. It was worth a shot. And a minor is half a degree, right?
But this was it. After this test, she was done. One more year of applying and then, well, she'd always thought banking might be fun. And there was always Chase.
Gosh, she thought. What I would give for a glass of red wine. And a hot tub. On top of a Manhattan building. Just a walk-up would be enough. Just noise and cold and hot bubbling water, with a slender stemmed glass filled with rich biting red wine.
That's what she wanted.
Now off to her room. Jill snatched up the baby, fussing in his swing and snuggled in bed to nurse him. Bam. Five minutes later, he was out and the night was finally hers. Of course the Meg Ryan movies she was hankering for were not available for instant streaming on Netflix. She could study the trig she'd forgotten in the last decade in preparation for another teacher certification test. She didn't really believe in the test. Of course, administrators would want someone who had degrees in the area, not just the ability to pass a test.
But, fingers crossed, maybe enough people weren't into math. It was worth a shot. And a minor is half a degree, right?
But this was it. After this test, she was done. One more year of applying and then, well, she'd always thought banking might be fun. And there was always Chase.
Gosh, she thought. What I would give for a glass of red wine. And a hot tub. On top of a Manhattan building. Just a walk-up would be enough. Just noise and cold and hot bubbling water, with a slender stemmed glass filled with rich biting red wine.
That's what she wanted.
I would love to join you with a Guiness
ReplyDeleteI think this is on Pacific time.
ReplyDeleteBut you can have Guinness. Yuck.