So here's the deal: when I left my job as a Starbucks store manager I was able to stay on with the company part time. When I say part time I mean five hours a week.... from 7p-12:30a. One night a week (or two nights if I'm really lucky) I do not have to change diapers, wipe noses or load that friggin' washer. So last night was my 'free night' which is a sad way to refer to a job but none the less I do and this is my safe place so don't judge me. I'm making lattes and looking forward to my ten minute break when I get to drink a free Frappuccino and read a book without any guilt. Did I mention free Frappuccino?
I knew I was doomed when my 'manager' (he's twenty one and I helped hire him into the company last year because I thought he was precious and now he tells me when to go drink my free drinks) tells me that B is on the phone. Let me just tell you I thought hell had frozen over. B never calls me at work- EVER. I get on the phone and its worse than hell... its an all out screaming bloody murder baby. Screaming over said baby B says, "You have to come home! I don't know what to do! Something is wrong with your child!" Oh no. He's no longer our child but 'my' child, this is serious. In an absolute panic I find someone to cover for me (I absolutely love the partners at my new store. They rock and make free night a blast. Or maybe I like them simply because they can go pee on their own and don't beg to watch Cars over and over and over....) and jump in my car. By this time I have the husband and screaming baby on my cell phone. As I start pulling out of the parking lot something miraculous starts happening. Bloody murder baby stops crying and becomes happy smiley baby... because his Mama is on speakerphone.
I get home and pick up the again crying child. B glares and mumbles inappropriate things as the beautiful child smiles at me as if I am Jesus himself. His little eyes were red and swollen from all the missing Mama tears but his little heart is happy because here she is in all her coffee smelling glory- Mama to put him to bed. Little adorable jerk face. Didn't anybody tell you its free night? I didn't even get my Frappuccino...
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