Remember on Friday when I posted about my co-worker with the hickey? I think I mentioned that she came to work with it covered up with a Band-aid, and we gave her a hard time about it. What I didn’t mention was the most hysterical part of it. She said she got up that morning and it “was just there.” She said she didn’t know how it got there, that it was “just a little kiss.”
Um, yeah. We all had a good laugh at that one. How can you not know when you’re getting a hickey, right? Wrong.
Fast forward to this morning. I’m getting ready for work, and trying to get Thing 1 and Thing 2 ready for school too. This is a rarity because I don’t normally work on Mondays, and on the days I do work I don’t usually get them ready for school, Shawn does.
So, I’m riding herd on them all morning… Eat your breakfast. Stop screwing around. Eat your breakfast. How long does it take to eat Rice-Krispies? Make your bed. What are you girls doing? Come on, make your beds! Did you brush your teeth? Come down here and get dressed. What do you mean you didn’t make your bed yet?
You get the picture.
Meanwhile, I’m attempting to take a shower and do my hair and makeup too. Before I got in the shower, I noticed a red mark on my, ahem, cleavage. I thought, that’s weird I must have scratched myself. When I got out of the shower, I saw it was still there, and I thought, maybe the water was too hot in the shower. So, I ignored it.
I actually forgot about it until I was getting dressed. Yes, from the time I took a shower and got dressed it was a long time. I was riding herd, remember?
So, I’m putting my bra on, and I look closer at it. And, ohmyword. It was a hickey!
I’m being totally honest here. Seriously. I could not believe it was there.
My Grandma always says, “All that you put into the lives of others, will come back into your own.” I guess she’s right. And this time it came in the form of a hickey.