and so we dance...

I have this thing I like to do. I like to dance. In my kitchen. Usually at night, when I'm alone, while listening to whatever music happens to be tickling my fancy at the time. If you were a fly on the wall of my home (and provided I didn't swat and kill you) this would be a typical conversation you would have heard over the past eight years.

Me: So what are you gonna do?
JD: I was gonna watch TV. Why? what are you gonna do?
Me: I dunno...do you wanna dance??
JD: dance??? (with a look that can only be described as--are you fucking crazy?)
Me: yeah. dance.
JD: here?? (again, with the look)
Me: yes here.
JD: in the kitchen? there's no music. (a slight chuckle and a shake of the head)
Me: we can put on some music. No?
JD: we can't dance in the kitchen (again, a shake of the head as he walks back in the living room to watch TV)

This is the typical response I've gotten every time I asked that question, yet, for some reason it never stopped me from asking again. I can't tell you exactly how many times I've asked. If I had a dollar for every time...well...I probably wouldn't be rich, but I bet I could pay off my house and live the good life for a few years. Only a handful of times, has he indulged me, but even then the dance lasted for all of thirty seconds.

So...I've danced alone. Until now. Now, I have Jack, and Jack loves to dance. Even in the Kitchen. He'll dance to Kelly Clarkson or the Eagles. He doesn't care. He never looks at me like I'm crazy and when he laughs it's because, at that moment, he's the happiest little boy in the world. Now, you tell me, what's so crazy about that?

Lately we've started "dancing" right before he goes to bed. We'll stand next to his bed and he'll wrap his arms around my neck and put his head on my shoulder. And we sway...from side to side.

Jack: We dancin', Mommy?
Me: yeah, we're dancing Jack.
Jack: mmmmm....dancin'.

And so...we dance.

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Anyway.
TGIF, Bitches! Tonight this crazy mutha is finally going to get the chance to let her hair down. Yeah, there will be drinks involved. I'm not sure how many exactly... we'll just have to wait and see how I'm walking. This a big deal for me, because, I rarely go out. 99% of the time I am mom. An at home mom. Who has only the internet and her make believe friends to get her through the day. Anyway, tonight is my 1% and I'm taking it ALL baby. (that sounded nasty) Fuck it. See you Monday...