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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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It’s been a wild ass week since Cassius made me watch us have sex, that shit is still playing on my mind. It was a whole ass experience to feel. I mean you never know what the guy can see when he is on top, I am not big headed at all but I looked good, we looked good. I mean damn, I orgasmed more just seeing us so connected. I feel that shit, I really enjoyed it and I can’t stop thinking about it. I have the best sex ever, I have had sex but having sex with a man that knows how to use his dick and ain’t scared to use, my god. My pussy is pulsating thinking about it all over again, my god “I am back, sorry. Mitch left his key and couldn’t get in” Mia bringing me back down to reality “oh it’s ok, so yeah. Things are ok, I mean I hate being in a hotel but it’s a bigger suite. We have somewhere to sit rather than just that one room, so I am happy. I love Atlanta, Cassius on the other hand. He misses Brooklyn” Mia cooed out “where is he? I want to say hi to him?” Reaching over and moving the laptop screen forward a little, couldn’t see myself in that “he is at the gym, he lives there. When you see him he will be the same guy you first met. He looks well” I grinned “whew chile! That grin, you getting that good dick, I know that smile bitch” I can’t hold it in, I laughed out “I mean so to say yes but how is everyone back home? I do miss you all, how is Olivia, Lloyd, Kenton and my beautiful Mitch?” Forget about me, I want to know about them “well I am happy to see you happy, we are all good here, we are just getting along. We met Friday for a drink, Ivy came to drink water this time. Lloyd and her broke up, hallelujah. But he’s still a friend now, so it’s awkward. Erm yeah that’s it, Olivia is attempting to eat healthy which lasted one day, she isn’t even fat. But we all miss you Sofia, my baby sister, I love you so much. I can’t wait to hug you. I am happy to see you happy, I hated seeing you down so much” I love Mia so much, she means the world to me.

I am so very content right now, with life. After that Skype call to Mia, I know my friends are ok too. I really have nothing to do today, maybe I could read up on things Cassius and I can do together in Atlanta, I don’t want to annoy the workers again, I am trying to let them do their job. I was actually considering in going to gym with Cassius, I mean why not but Cassius talked me out of it, I wonder why, I mean what if there is some pretty lady there that he is entertaining, I think tomorrow I will be going with him, I have the doubt in my mind now so it’s too late. I’m just so very bored now, I don’t have anything to do, this hotel cleans itself because of the cleaners, I sighed out. I am still shook at Cassius admitting to me being the main boss, I knew it. I just had the feeling of him being that, he wasn’t doing no deadbeat work, which guy does that. Only a boss calls the shots and that is him, I mean it doesn’t shock me because he has the brains, he really is the Pablo, he won’t let me say it though. I am just as bad but it makes me think now, now I understand why he is putting things under my name, he hasn’t got anything under his. Only a child if I can give him that.

Folding Cassius’ tops, I am dying to be a housewife and do all these things in my own home “I’m back” Cassius announces like I couldn’t hear him come in “let me see you” I said with a grin, I want to see my baby all hot and and sweaty, I mean if he still is all hot and sweaty “mhmm what’s up?” He walked into the room “excuse me? You walked back with no top on?” I pointed at him “nah, my top is here” he bought it forward “I’m going gym with you tomorrow” Cassius snorted laughing “right and why is that? Why do you want to go gym with me?” he is laughing but I don’t find anything funny about this at all “because I said, now what?” Cassius groaned out walking off “fine, you can go. You’re just going to be useless and annoy me” I gasped, he is being so rude “oh and” Cassius walked back into the bedroom “we are going for a meal with my friends, Kyle, Myles, Amira and Isabella” scrunching my face up “are we?” Cassius just gave me a look, the look of shut up and you have no choice so I have no choice but I don’t want to go “can’t you just fuck me in the mirror again!?” I spat, he is so annoying.

I don’t want to be with his friends, they never leave him. He wouldn’t do shit, like I know they must be up to something “are you wearing that?” he pointed at me wearing sweatpants and a tee “yes” crossing my right leg over my left “we going now then” my head snapped in his direction “not ready are you? Sofia, I have spoke to you on this already. You are going, you are doing this” who is he glaring at “ask nicely then” Cassius sniggered “I tried that and you said fuck me in the mirror. You are annoying me, I fucking already spoke to you on this. They will be around, you know what don’t go. Stay here, I can’t be bothered. I asked you nicely. I was in the shower, I got dressed and you purposely got sweatpants on, you won’t win this Sofia. I am telling you now” pouting at him as I frowned, getting up in a huff and throwing my phone on the couch “what is that supposed to mean? Getting up doing what?” he asked “doing as you please! I don’t want to hear you!” slamming the door shut, he is so fucking annoying.

She has real issues with my friends, it’s beginning to really piss me off with it. They will be in my life and will remain there, they moved here and I don’t know what made them decide that. She is all upset because they moving close, I don’t want to hear it. She has no choice in it at all, and then this gym shit. I like to have some time away, it’s still new to me. I like time to myself but now Sofia wants to come with me, she will only just have a face on. There is females there, I am not interested but they are there and they do look good but Sofia will drive me crazy. I hope she doesn’t, do I need to deal with her being like this. She is really pulling tantrums on shit for nothing, she wants me to have sex with her in front of the mirror again, she is crazy. My burner phone started ringing, this phone rings more now I am not around. Unknown number as always “yo” answering the phone “Lamar, I miss you bro. I helped your mom today with the shopping, she has Bryce but she said he is visiting for a few hours” my smile grew “that makes me happy, you good Lamar? Where was you anyways?” how did he even see them “Walmart, I mean I just keep an eye on them. Things been a little rocky, nobody seen you, you dipped and they been trying to come to your family home. It’s good, we good. I got it” I got my family in that home “you think they going to try and go near my family?” I need to know what “I don’t think it, they want to know where you are but desperate times. You never know, I just want to ask. What you want me to do? Shit is still going on right now?” rubbing my chin “look after my family, until it dies down. They are thinking how I am still running shit, you need to quit it Lamar. They think it’s me running it, it’s not me is it? I want you safe Lamar, I told you to get out. Don’t run it” he doesn’t listen “Cassius I got it, I am the one that is rolling with your family. I got you, do you want a cut?” shaking my head “no nigga, just stop it. I don’t care if it is on my name but they seem to be on this shit, get out. End it” he is crazy.

Sofia didn’t make that much of an effort but she did the bare minimum, she still looks beautiful “I apologise if I shouted” I can’t be bothered to see her moody face “to make it better, you stay here. I will go, I will say you are ill but just remember this, they will be with me. Even when I get married” Sofia is a brat at times “I will come” she said in a whisper “good, come then” walking around Sofia “we will fall out if you do be a bitch to them, don’t disrespect me Sofia. I am never that with your friends, I am ever so nice with them too” walking into the bedroom “I won’t, I am sorry Cassius. I just got all angry for nothing. I was being stupid” grabbing my gold chain “it’s fine, just listen to me with shit” I am not in the mood for shit myself after hearing what Lamar said, I mean I know nothing will go wrong. I set things up to not go wrong and I have people there to keep my family safe. They my family at the end of the day.

My smile grew, Myles is here with his white woman “missed you bro” hugging Myles “missed you too Cass, good seeing you after a while” I am glad he is ok, I did think he would have said he going back to Brooklyn “same with you” dapping Kyle “the threesome are back in action” Myles patted my back “oh yay, the lovers are back” Amira is cheeky, I know that “you pipe up everytime” I am a nice guy “you jealous he screams my name at night” hugging Amira “how the hell do you know?” I chuckled “I just know, nice seeing you Isabelle or bella, I don’t know” she just laughed “nice seeing you again Cassius” she kissed my cheek, do we kiss cheek. I am not sure now “Sofia here?” Kyle asked, looking behind me “yeah, she left her lipstick in the car” Sofia walked in finally, I am watching her tonight “sorry, I left my lipstick behind. How are you Kyle right?” I don’t want no funny business “for your first girlfriend, she is pretty” Amira said “you know alot about me huh?” looking over at her “many years, Kyle just never let us meet. He said I wasn’t that trusted or he said you wasn’t bothered for this. I goes to him it’s because he doesn’t have a woman and would you look at that” she walked off “Amira, I know you may have forgotten” she said to Sofia, I know Sofia can like these girls because they ride or die.

Pulling a face at Myles “you one nasty nigga” how he eating Mac and Cheese with Bacon in it, who does that “it’s nice, fuck outta here. You look at your food, you always judge me, leave me alone” I chuckled “I don’t, you just dumb with food” which I am right “so I am guessing you had to leave your work?” Isabella said to Sofia “I did yes, I didn’t know his friends were coming, I was shocked” Sofia is still shocked “oh, I have been dating Kyle for three years now, he would speak on Myles and Cassius, I mean as you know they was out all time. The most I saw of Cassius was his mug shot when he got locked up, but Kyle would not let us have a meal. He protected him like some side hoe, even Myles. I didn’t know any of these friends. It is nice to see and also nice to know the people he spends time with and get all emotional over” Kyle is hating “why you playing for? Nobody gets emotional?” Amira snorted laughing “look you nearly died for Cassius, I knew for a fact you was going to move with him. But it’s hard, I know what he does. But it is what it is, I can’t stop him but he” Amira pointed at me “he found a girrlll now he all want to have meals, it’s cute. It gets me to know everyone, I can now know Isa over there” Kyle’ woman does not stop talking “you ever stop talking?” I had to say it, Sofia hit my arm laughing “I like her” oh she does now, Sofia now is liking the girls she didn’t want to see.

Drinking my water, I am on this health binge shit. I am trying to be good with all this “so Kyle or Myles, did Cassius really not have any girlfriend at all?” placing my water down smiling “you know what, you don’t have to answer that, she didn’t even want to come today and is here asking y’all questions, you using my friends” I am airing her ass out “shut up, I am not. I wanted to come, tell me. I want to know. I can’t accept the fact he never had a girlfriend, it is just weird, like what?” Kyle and I just looked at each other and we just smiled “he never had a girlfriend, he was all about making money. Women just got in the way, he has girls. That is it, I mean they always asked us to tell him to make them official. But he never made them official, I think Cassius didn’t feel they was special enough but he has the ladies, he was the light skinned nigga that everyone wanted to be. Tatted and light skinned, looking like he belong in Cali. He got girls, girls!” laughing out at Kyle “so is he a hoe?” taking in a deep breath “Sofia, why are you asking this?” she must have been drinking too much “because you fucked me in front of the mirror, you know too much. You done this before, you had that with my cousin?” Amira’ and Isabella’ mouth fell open “why you airing that out?” what is wrong with her “I mean I don’t know his sex life” Kyle shrugged “lying ass niggas” shaking my head lightly “y’all talk” she pointed at us “he had the ladies, but that wasn’t on our mind, just money. I mean does it matter, he love you. He told us, he committed to you” Myles came through “he changing himself” clearing my throat “anyways, ignoring the drunk in the corner. I just want to say, nigga we made it, there is only a few that do but we what? Twenty nine, we ain’t supposed to be here though. We supposed to be dead but look at us, we here and I appreciate you all, for holding me down and for the ladies. The only way is up, from now on we move on together. Keep a close circle, we keep low about this” I wanted to say that because I love my brothers.

I think Sofia drank a little too much, she is a pain in my ass right now “Lamar, I called him up. He needs to quit it, I ain’t give a fuck about no name shit. I don’t want no cut, I want him to be safe out there. He doing me proud by..” watching Sofia move away from the wall “your girl way too drunk, what is wrong with her?” Myles said, stepping back “what you doing?” I asked her, she just kept on walking until I grabbed her arm “leave me alone, you don’t want me” she pushed my face away, gripping her hands “what is your problem!?” moving Sofia back against the wall again “you fucked them other bitches, you fucked my cousin. You don’t want me!” where is she getting this from “you being real?” bringing my face closer to hers “seriously!?” I said through gritted teeth “you stand here and you shut up” moving my head back and letting her hands go “you can go Cassius, she need you bro” walking towards them “listen, he about to get himself killed. They think I am still doing that, I am not there. They will grow tired, they will kill him to get to my family to get me back. Deal with it, any of you two ok?” now I got to deal with a drunk Sofia.

I left Sofia asleep in the bed, I came to the gym. I rather escape here while thinking of back home. I come here to just get my mind off it, Sofia had lost her mind. I don’t know where she got that from at all, she would have a heart-attack if she knew I was running topless. Maybe me coming here is making her go crazy, I don’t know but she needs to relax. Keeping my pace up as I saw the female talking to me, pulling my headphones back “what?” I said a little out of breath “you on a higher speed today” turning it down a little “I ain’t got you talking to me constantly” Yasmin is pretty, since coming here we just talk but it doesn’t interest me sexually to cheat “oh blaming me now? I see how it is but you started without me today” nodding my head “don’t worry, I will slow it down for you now you here” she walked off, she has the best booty ever. It’s literally shaped like a peach, it’s amazing.

Wiping my face with the towel, placing the towel around my neck. Looking down at the bench seeing Sofia calling my phone “how come you came here so early? We supposed to be partners in the gym” looking away from my phone “just some shit” holding the towel around my neck “went out with my girl for some food, she got all drunk. She acting like I don’t want her and shit, I ain’t even that type of nigga. I hate that shit, I am not like that. I am faithful to her, she just annoyed me. She stupid, like she perfect, she really is” Yasmin cooed out “that is a sad she did that, maybe because like you said. You looking good, you feeling yourself are you not? Maybe she sees that, as a woman myself. I see my man changing himself. So if we move and then he is doing this, I would think why. I like him the way he was, we as women assume a lot. It’s how we roll Cassius, accept it” even she saying that, that is wild to me because why feel that way for what. Chest machine for Yasmin, what a sight to see “see about that” I said to myself.

I got Sofia flowers, I don’t know why I have but I have. I don’t know what she is feeling, I don’t get women, I just don’t. Closing the door behind me, I see grumpy straight away “you ignored my calls” holding the flowers up “oh this is nice Cassius, thank you for getting them” throwing them on the couch “you ain’t even deserve that, you tripping. I just told you about tripping and you do that in front of my friends Sofia, I told you this! What is your problem” She putting her hand up in my face like I care about her hangover “why get me flowers huh? Feeling guilty about something? You a fucking man whore. Come to think of it, you fucked around with bitches, Why do I need flowers Cassius” she is acting crazy “because you’re pointless, I just really don’t want to be dealing with your shit. You assuming shit, you just on top of me about nothing. Fix yourself, I fucking mean that fucking shit” walking off towards the bedroom, feeling the flowers hit the back of my head “fuck you!” she spat, I am not a violent guy, not towards a female but damn she is pushing my buttons “don’t speak to me, because I had sex with you good you just thinking shit, you going crazy” closing the bedroom door, I don’t want to know.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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hangonimevolving · 6 years

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Attempting some gratitude, for once.

I need to post this, before the thought and the mood from which it’s sprung both dissipate into thin air.

I suck at gratitude, on the whole. Seriously, I do, and I know I need to work on that. I’ll spare everyone my sob stories, explanations, justifications, etc. for why I have had a hard time with gratitude in recent years, but suffice to say - I am aware that I suck at it, and I heard somewhere that the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one.... so fine. I admit it. I’m ungrateful and unappreciative in my life most days.

But today, I’ve had multiple - MULTIPLE - moments of just feeling this weird, inexplicable, warm and fuzzy, happy, sigh-inducing THING just bubble up in me. And I was like WTF is this feeling?! Why is my tummy all glittery and light? Why am I sitting here on the sofa smiling for no damn reason?! OHHHHH! Wait! Is this.....gratitude?! HOLY SHIT, I think it is! So I’m gonna write it down and note it for all posterity. I, Evolver, have felt gratitude on this 7th day of September, 2018.

It all started last Saturday night, where, right in the middle of Labor Day weekend and my sister Rithers’ visit to our hike in Miami along with her hubby, Uncle K, and her kids H20 and NiNi, our 5.5-year old Vevvy fell ill. We thought that perhaps he was just overly exhausted from a long and happy day in the pool when he felt warm to the touch on Saturday night, but mid-day Sunday, during a beach excursion - Vev’s FAVORITE thing in the world, he completely fell apart, acting listless, fatigued, and not having fun at all. One look at him, standing statuesque on the beach, staring out to sea longingly while tears rolled down his cheeks, said it all: “what is going on?! I’m so confused, mommy! I’m in my favorite place in the world, and yet I feel so miserable! What is happening to me?!” A hand on his forehead revealed that he was burning up. Without a moment’s hesitation, Dr. Spouse loaded him up in the car and headed for home, while I remained at the beach with Dey to host Rithers and co. a while longer. Poor Vev needed a shower, some kiddie Tylenol, and bed rest, stat.

the “I am siiiiick” face :(

Over the next seven - SEVEN! - days, Vev would continue to have relentless fevers or 101-103F even with continuous children’s Tylenol and Motrin. He also developed monster congestion in his sinuses and nose, headaches, body ache, and general fatigue. I was sincerely shocked and more than a little intimidated by his congestion snot (keeping it real), which was so thick and oppressive, it would choke his throat and inhibit his from breathing if he dared to rest in even a semi-reclining position.

The poor kid had no choice but to be completely upright if he didn’t want to gag on his own phlegm, which meant that he (and by transitive property, I) could really sleep no more than 90 minutes at a stretch for four nights straight. He was miserable, and I was doing everything I could to help him, staying with him each night either on an air mattress in my bedroom, or just holding him against my shoulder/chest in my bed while he desperately tried to sleep and breathe at the same time. I felt awful for him, and mused for a moment about parents whose children have respiratory disorders like CF who live their lives this way.... good health is such a blessing that we all take for granted.

As much as I hated every minute of Vev’s suffering, there was something a bit nostalgic in holding him sleeping in my arms for several consecutive nights. Wasn’t there a time in the not-so-distant past where this was the ONLY way he’d sleep?! I bitch and moan all the time about how clingy, dependent, and non-self reliant my kids are — but it has been years since Vev needed me at night this way. My Vevvy has grown up a lot.

And to his credit, despite all this sicky misery, he was really a trooper while ill. Against his traditional character, when sick or not, he really didn’t complain much - just went quiet and kept to himself for days, forming a little nest on the sofa each day with a warm blankie, big box of Kleenex, and his iPad, not really asking for much at all except quiet and rest. He never really complained when I had to give him medication, and he did his best to heed my urges to drink clear fluids even when I could tell he really didn’t want to. And - forgive the TMI here - but you know your kid is really growing up when they begin to have some way of forewarning you and/or running to the bathroom on their own steam and hitting the preferred target of the toilet when they’ve gotta vomit. Fortunately, Vev only puked twice this week, and I suspect that too was only bc he gagged on his own copious snot — but both times, he announced “throwwww uuuup!” to me before sprinting to the loo and handling affairs with no mess and accurate aim. HALLELUJAH! This should be considered a major developmental milestone!!! (And yes - poor, poor kid! I really am glad it was only the twice, because that must have sucked a lot for him!)

Yeah, so. He’s growing up. Way to go, buddy!!!... and, sniff.

(supposedly this says “Mommy I love you ”... but he always starts writing at the bottom of a page and works his way up. He may also be of the mind that “Mommy” is spelled “mom-E.” Yes, we’re gonna work on it)

It was only yesterday, Thursday, that we got an official pediatrician diagnosis of his illness: the flu, as in the legit flu virus, or Influenza A. The word came too late for antiviral medications to be of any great use to him, unfortunately, but I was grateful anyway that we got a halfway-decent pediatrician BRILLIANT nurse practitioner who needed my assertive request demand for a prophylactic prescription or Tamiflu for Dey. We’ve had shitty luck in South Florida with pediatricians who appear to be reactionary and unnecessarily nonsensical in their responses to my requests for help - but this time, our pedi NP was A+. She treated our family like competent, educated people and did things that made sense as far as ensuring this highly-contagious virus wouldn’t spread to another healthy child living in the same household. I wish she could be our regular PCP (but of course, I bet she can’t be, bc she’s not a doctor. Grr, fucking managed care. Oops, hold it - I’m supposed to be channeling gratitude here, not my customary bitchiness. My bad.)

Anyway, speaking of Dey, I’ve got to brag about him a bit here too. At 3.5 years old, Dey’s baseline is definitely chill, go-with-the-flow, glass-half-full, and a pleasant, happy and easygoing “whatever you want, dude!”-ness that Vev NEVER was at that age. It’s been really awesome to see. But this week, his general outlook on life, combined with impressive moments of being a team player, cooperating, helping out, and exhibiting formidable empathy really made me sooo proud.

It’s certainly understandable that he’d be potentially jealous that his older brother got to skip an entire week of school while he still had to go. It would be even more understandable since they are actual CLASSMATES at school this year (yes, our Montessori school groups ages 4-6/preschool, pre-K and kindergarten in one classroom, so they’ve been together at school and at home since the start of the academic year). So I was very impressed when Dey accepted his brother’s illness and his need to stay home from school, while he was forced to go. Without one word of complaint, he’d get up each morning, eat his breakfast, get washed up and dressed out in uniform, gather his things, then visit Vev quickly and dispense a goodbye hug and a “hope you feel better, Vev!” before loading up in the car for school drop-off. What a trooper. At afternoon pick-up, when I’d ask about his day at school, he’d say with a little frown, “oh, school was okay...but Vev wasn’t on the playground.” It was kinda weird feeling my heart simultaneously break a little, but also burst with pride at how much he loves his brother. Sweet kiddo.

At home, each afternoon he’d run excitedly to Vev to see how he was doing, his face full of hopeful anticipation that perhaps today, Vev was feeling better and could play with him... but when he’d find Vev too miserable and tired to play, his face would momentarily fall in disappointment, but then he would muster some compassion and understanding, silently shuffle away, and find a quiet game to do in the vicinity, just so he could be nearby without disturbing Vev. Or, cuter still, he’d snuggle down on the opposite side of the couch as Vev, and tune his iPad into the same YouTube video Vev would be watching, so they could give each other silly smiles and glances during the funny parts. The boy would periodically race off in the house to find his toy doctor kit, and would affix his little plastic stethoscope to his ears so he could “give Vev a checkup” and “make him feel better.”

(Dr. Cutie Pie is in)

It was adorable, man. His whole world spins because of his brother. It’s so touching. I don’t know how it is that I managed to have two kids who love each other so much, because karmically I’ve done NOTHING to earn this. My sister and I were rotten to each other as kids, and only really turned a corner on it in our... what, our late 30′s?! Haha :) But I’m so grateful for these two dudes. These two little people are the best of friends, and they can’t live without each other. The feels.

One more funny brag about Dey. Dr. Spouse and I often jokingly refer to him as Dory, i.e. the lovable blue fish, voiced by Ellen DeGeneres from the Disney movie “Finding Nemo.” Dory’s schtick is that she’s easily distracted and has short-term memory.

Fittingly, Dory is one of Dey’s favorite cartoon characters, and he’s not shy to let the world know....

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Anyway. Remember that whole prophylactic script for Tamiflu? Mind you, I was so grateful to get it. But. Ummmm, pediatric Tamiflu tastes FOUL. It is seriously the most bitter, disgusting, viscous goo I’ve ever gingerly licked to mentally prepare myself for my kid’s reaction to. I began fearing Dey’s reaction, and the ensuing tantrums to come over the five-day course of the drug. But I spoke matter-of-fairly to Dey about how this was a medicine he’d need to take to keep himself healthy, and that it would be a little bit yucky, but that I’d give him a HUGE spoonful of sugar right after to make it taste better (and THANK YOU, blessed Mary Poppins, for your genius).

Luckily, little Dory just took my words at face value without any further thought, opened his mouth, and downed the nasty shot of devil’s semen Tamiflu that I dispensed into his mouth. Immediately his face went every shade of red, purple, and white, with a coordinating expression like “what the hell is this shit?!” — but I swooped in there prepared, like a crack-smoking Mother of Batman, giving him a swig of water then heaping a MASSIVE spoon of white sugar directly onto his tongue. The result was nothing short of magical - the kid instantaneously closed his eyes in pleasure, turned up his cute little round cheeks to the ceiling with a huge smile on his face, and loudly cooed “Mmmm!” as if it was the best damn thing he’d ever eaten in his life. Moments later, the sugar fully dissolved, Dey matter-of-fairly reminisced with a RainMan-esque tone, “hey mommy, that medicine was kind of yucky for me. Kind of salty. Kind of spicy. But the SUGAR WAS YUUUUUUMMMMMY!” I worried that at the next dosing (and man, the kid’s gotta take it morning and night, poor little dude) he’d run screaming from the salty spicy medicine, and wouldn’t fall for the sugar trick — but amazingly, when I announced “medicine and sugar time,” the child came RUNNING to me with a huge grin on his face like he’d just won the lottery. He gulped down the medicine like a champ, swigged the water himself, then began changing “Su-gar! Su-gar! Su-gar!” till I ladled a bit into his mouth. Naturally, my mind spun forward a bit, concerned that his ease of overcoming the Yucky Taste Barrier and downing this stuff for a cheap reward might translate into some unsavory teenage and young adult behaviors (err, tequila shot champion in the making?! Please god, help us). But, for now - eternally grateful for my little Dory’s easy distractability and forgiving memory!!! Vev, at that age and even now, would have NEVER gone along with this!

(is it just me, or do they even kinda sorta look alike, Dory and Dey? No one else sees it?! No one?!!! Hmm...)

Anyway. In conclusion, it’s not normal for me to have something kind of bad happen, like the flu hitting one of my kids, but finding some good in the mess. But here I am, in spite of myself, awash in all the warm fuzzies.

1. I’ve got two healthy, happy kids, when many people have children with serious health issues and have to live their lives watching their kids sick and miserable all the time

2. my kids are growing up, becoming wonderfully independent, self-reliant, empathetic and helpful. But they still sometimes need me, and that’s nice too.

3. They both have such fun, distinct personalities.

4. I admit that it’s pretty awesome that my second kid is so chill. Love them both to bits, but if kid #2 has been more ornery and neurotic, I think that would have sucked. Having a chill kid #2 is a godsend.

5. They frigging LOVE EACH OTHER. It’s a goddamn brotherly love fest up in here.

6. Last but not least - the flu sucks, but it isn’t forever, and life will go on. Soon, in fact. And we’ll be onto the next adventure together. Look forward to seeing what it’ll be!

#Vev #Dey #parenthood #influenza #flu #brotherlylove

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themartinsguide · 7 years

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Koh Samui and Krabi - a holiday within a holiday

17 - 30 March 2017

Our ferry from Koh Tao left early at 6.30am on the morning of 17 March. In hindsight, walking across the island at that time in the morning wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had and we apologise to our fellow passengers for the sweaty messes we had become by the time the ferry actually departed. But even our poor personal hygiene levels couldn’t get us down because it was time for our holiday within a holiday.

We had recently come to the realisation that the last place we had spent more than 3 or 4 nights was Hoi An, which was over a month ago, and being constantly on the go was starting to take its toll; it was time to settle down for a bit and catch up on some serious holiday admin. Given that we had decided that visiting the islands on the east coast of Malaysia at the end of rainy season was a bit risky, particularly given the cost of getting there, Koh Samui seemed like the perfect place to stay for a while (cementing our self-appropriated title of Thailand backpacking specialists). As it turns out, this decision would come back to bite us. Read on.

Koh Samui is quite a large island which really does have something for everyone. We decided to divide our time between two areas and spent the first four nights in the area of Lamai Beach which is a sedentary town situated along a lengthy, sandy white beach. The beach was lovely and, as we came to discover, much less populated than some of the other beaches on the island (particularly the bustling Chaweng Beach). It was easy to find a spot in which to soak up some rays and sip on a cocktail or two but the sea itself was a bit rough and not great for swimming. However, there were many great beachfront dining options (the seafood BBQ’s are a must do) and a range of accommodation options for all budgets. There are a few landmarks dotted around but to be honest we spent the majority of our time in Lamai at the beach or at the gym (“Ultra Bodies” is a very cheap, well-equipped gym, although there is a lack of air conditioning and the equipment is slightly dated). Of particular note nearby is the “Grandmother and Grandfather Rock” named because of the rock has been shaped over time to resemble male and female genitalia. Go figure.

We arrived in Lamai on a Friday which also happened to be St Patrick’s Day. Thinking it would be rude not to go for at least one beer we found a nearby Irish Pub (they really are everywhere) with live music and ordered ourselves a beverage each. At 2am we stumbled home, after aggressively re-arranging tables to create an impromptu dance floor for ourselves, and wildly fist-pumping to butchered rock covers. It was 1 - 0 to St Patrick. The next day was spent recovering which was largely unsuccessful as we both woke up on Monday with killer head colds. We really are getting old.

A couple of days later we decided to hire a car (the most bizarre experience ever as we were basically just handed the keys and sent on our merry way… No point wasting time signing contracts or checking licences) to fully explore Koh Samui and decide where we were going to stay for the second half of our “holiday”. Thankfully James had done a quick review of Thai driving laws and quickly became familiar with his horn. Oh, and by the way, if another vehicle is driving towards you in your lane you are required give way to them, irrespective of the fact that you are the one driving in the right lane and in the right direction. No shit. However, despite the bizarre road rules and the fact that we hadn’t driven a car since December, we made it through the day unscathed and enjoyed exploring the various parts of the island which are indescribably contrasted. From the largely uninhabited, third world west side to the very developed Chaweng Beach, to the touristy and expensive beaches of Bohput and Maenam, each has something different to offer. We would highly recommend Chaweng Beach and Fisherman’s Village in Bohput. Chaweng Beach is very busy and reminded us of of Waikiki Beach. It had a buzzing, lively atmosphere, great bars and restaurants and fantastic shopping. Fisherman’s Village could be in Noosa. And while that may not appeal to some people, it retains a distinct and relaxed Thai influence (outside of the very weird and largely abandoned open-air mall) with a splash of ultimate luxury throw into the mix. While food is more expensive, the establishments are first class and the beach one of the best by far. Plus, the weekly Friday night market which welcomes visitors from all over the island is excellent, particularly the double-strength mojitos (nothing by halves we say) and the HUGE homemade, chocolate brownies.

Although it was a tough decision, it may not surprise you to discover that we opted to stay in Bohput for the second half of our time in Koh Samui. As we were treating it as a holiday we decided to splash out a little on our accommodation and stayed in a small boutique hotel with a pool, situated a minutes walk to the beach. Again, we didn’t do much other than swim, sunbathe, workout (the nearby Go Kart track came complete with treadmills and a few weights) and do some planning. It was a fool proof way to get over our illnesses (which had reached “man flu” level of seriousness by this time). However, we did get pizza delivered to our room one night which we got irrationally excited about, and we also managed to attend a pub quiz. There were also some happy hour attendances thrown in for good measure.

We decided that our last morning in Koh Samui was a good a time as any to complete our monthly half marathon (as per the rules which, by the way, still play a regular part in our daily life). By 6am we were making our way up to the “Koh Samui Viewpoint” which James had opined “wouldn’t be that steep”. He was wrong. It was a slog. The heat was suffocating. Sweat was pouring of us. The dogs were particularly territorial. People were judging us. All in all, this particular half marathon effort may been one of our craziest. Hannah still isn’t convinced that the “views” were worth it. Still, we did it and next month we will be in much cooler temperatures. Hallelujah.

Later on that day we headed off to Krabi via minibus, ferry, bus, and another minibus. As luck would have it, this was the one time we didn’t pack any snacks and it was the first time neither one of the various methods of transport stopped for a drinks, food, toilet, delivery or dropoff, or smoking break. By the time we reached our hostel in Ao Nang Beach Hannah was at tipping point and we headed for the nearest restaurant. Fortunately, the duck curry was so delicious the wait was almost worth it. Almost.

Our four nights in Krabi were about as eventful as our time in Koh Samui (although the nearby gym was of a much higher standard) Opting to stay near Ao Nang Beach was a good decision and we would recommend a short stop over here or somewhere nearby. It is less popular than the nearby Railay Beach, to which large quantities of long tail boats ferry tourists every morning from Ao Nang. There is a range of accommodation and dining options and Hannah considers it to have some of the better shopping (in terms of range and price) that we have come across in Thailand. As we didn’t venture far we can’t provide any insight into Krabi Town itself but if the scenery is anything like that in Ao Nang we would suggest a visit there too. Krabi was a good place to end the South East Asia segment of our trip. We cannot believe how quickly 13 weeks have gone!

Due to an early flight to Kuala Lumpur we awoke at 4.15am on 30 March. There are not many things that are pleasant at that time in the morning but finding out that you have overstayed your Thai visa by 5 days is perhaps one of the worst possible occurrences. For the first time on this trip, divorce may have been a real possibility. To cut a long story short, we would like to thank: the shuttle driver for arriving early at the airport so that we missed the check in queue (which by 5.30am was out the main door) and were the first people in the line for immigration; the AirAsia check in lady who was unperturbed by our revelation and calmly told us to continue through immigration; the immigration lady who jokingly asked James if he would like to return to Thailand in the future; and the Thai government for excusing our indiscretion with the payment of a $200 fine.

The 30 minutes it took to process our fine (which was done with the assistance of carbon paper in plain view of every traveller leaving Krabi that morning) felt like a lifetime. There were certainly no complaints when we boarded the plane for Kuala Lumpur despite the rice which had been smeared into Hannah’s seat by the previous occupant, the minimal leg room, and the below average snacks. Still, you have to work to get our special ‘overstayers’ visa stamp.

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