Today was my birthday. It wasn't very exciting. My husband had to work, we're pretty broke, and my car was broken down. We didn't have any plans, but Zoe and I decided to spend the evening together being lazy.
Around dinner time, a good friend called to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn't talked to this particular friend in a couple months, and we just kept talking and talking. It was great to catch up. After we'd been on the phone for just over an hour, Zoe finally slams her fist into the couch, stands up and starts crying.
"Mom! Why do you care more about your friends than you care about me??" She stormed off up the stairs and shut herself in her room, crying. I continued talking to my friend while slowly getting things together to start dinner.
About 15 minutes later, Zoe calls down the stairs, "Mom, could you get me two sandwich baggies, please?" I'd already gotten off the phone and was finishing up dinner. I grabbed two for her and met her at the bottom of the stairs. "Thank you, Mom." Then she turned and went back up the stairs.
Ten or so minutes later, I heard a strange noise coming from the stairs in the front hall.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, THUD! Running up the stairs.
I just stopped what I was doing and listened.
Grunting. Thump, thump, thump, thump, THUD!
"Hey Zoe, Do you want veggie sticks or green beans with your chicken wrap?" I knew she would pick the veggie fries, with Ranch dressing, of course.
"Umm..." I heard her say in the front hall. She paused to think for a minute. "Hold on a second."
Grunting, CRASH! Then nothing... Grunting, CRASH!
"Zoe! Come get your dinner!" I grabbed her plate and began carrying it towards the front hall where I found Zoe trying to pull her big green suitcase, stuffed to the brim, back up the stairs. "Were you packing your bags to move to Nana's house," I asked very calmly.
She stared at the ground for a moment and mumbled, "yes."
"Did you call her already? Is she on her way?"
"No."
"Well, she lives over nine hours away. We should probably call her to let her know she needs to come get you."
"Can I eat dinner first?"
I set her plate down on the table and walked back into the kitchen. "Why don't we eat dinner and we'll call Nana after, ok?"
We sat together, eating our dinner, making our carrot sticks battle one another for possession of the cherry tomatoes. While I was cleaning up the plates and loading the dishwasher, Zoe came into the kitchen.
"Mom, can we just forget about the moving to Nana's house?" I looked at her and nodded. She ran over to me and gave me a big hug around my waist. "Good, can you take my suitcases back upstairs for me?"
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