Mondays are always a tad crazy in just about everyone's life. Nothing unusual to have a hectic monday, its the day of the week that pretty much everyone understands if you are late and/or bitchy.
Every monday while #1 is at ballet #2 and I go to visit friends where I used to work. The office is about 10 blocks from ballet and I really hate waiting in the waiting room at ballet with all of the overly pretentious other mothers. Sorry I am not old, married, rich, or a world traveler. I really hate the feeling I get when I wait there for her to be done. There really is no way to watch practice because it is distracting for the children to have their parents watch.
Anyway so #2 and I go to the office and visit with R and K. K is 21 and there is just something special about him, not in the special way but in the I think something went wrong when he was still a fetus type of way. But #2 loves him and they play for about an hour every monday. I sit and chat with him and R, which can get a little awkward when he starts teasing me about our previous encounters and the pictures he now has of me on his phone. Lovely. But entertaining none the less.
I am still trying to decide if it is completely dysfunctional to visit with R at work, but oh well doesn't matter, I stop in at the office anytime I am down town regardless who is working so not like its anything out of the ordinary. Plus it keeps me away from the downcast looks from the other ballet moms.
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