Women are accustomed to fretting over TRIFLES...
Quite frankly I view this situation as a complete misunderstanding and a bad case of hysteria. I suppose that maybe, possibly, being a single mother is draining at times...yes I'm willing to admit to that. And even exhaustingly stressful...I can't argue with this either. However, my mother hasn't the slightest clue on how easy, even LUCKY she has it.
I got a good laugh this morning from her consistent phone calls at 6:00am. The voice messages were convincingly worried and filled with anger,

"Sarah Jane this is your mother! Call me right now I don't know where the hell you are!"

I can see where the confusion and alarm might be coming from considering it was a school night and the last she knew was that I was sleeping in my own bed. However, last night's shift at Pappas' was very long and turned out to be shitty by the time I clocked out. I convinced Jason not to leave because I had a party of 16 coming in and it would be good for him to make some extra money for rent and next week. Reluctantly he agreed and sure enough that party of 16 people came in and drank and ate up a 300 dollar tab. His enthusiasm was ridiculous with his smiling and winking my way all night, which made me happy to have him in such high spirits. For a minute I pondered his real reason for the happiness,
Was it because he was making a lot of money?
Or that reason along with the fact that he was happy with me?
The real reason came after he forgot to add the gratuity to the check and they stiffed him with a 15 dollar tip. I saw the look in his eyes and the blankness when he glanced at me for a brief second.
Horrible thoughts raced through my head and I was disapointed for him, and I questioned why these people had to rain on my parade...?

"Oh no! The night is ruined, he's going to want to go home and not want to talk to me..."
"He'll probably just leave and not even say good bye then the next day say that he was just mad or something careless like that..."

I was so upset for I assumed that was going to happen. I clocked out and waited for him for about a half an hour then I went into the bathroom to fix myself up a little bit. Walking out of the door I saw his back turned almost jogging out of the restaurant...
My heart sank and I was so sad to think that the only reason he was in such a great mood was the money. I sulked and grabbed my stuff and Vanessa came running around the corner telling me that Jason was looking everywhere for me. My eyes lit up and I was shocked and excited to see him walk back my way. He grabbed my hand and I said my sorry's and rubbed his back for a second while questioning if he was just going to go home. He looked at me like a confused dog with his head cocked to one side and his eyes really big,

"Are you fucking kidding me Sarah? Then my night would be absolutly horrible! The only good thing about my day was that you were at work with me, other than that I was miserable except for when I saw you"

Oh God only knows the feeling that rushed through my body as he said that to me. He kissed me gently and we walked across the street to grab some smokes before we rode out. The rain was silent and the street lights illuminated the steady fall that delicately fell on our bodies. We got a good laugh when we both stepped in a huge puddle up to our ankles; he got worried I'd be upset considering my dress pants and high heels, but I giggled and explained I wasn't afraid to get dirty. Relief seemed to come over him and he looked at me with this content and satisfied smile, as if to say in his head,
"Yeah, I like that about you"
So this is where my mother comes into play...
I promised Jay that I'd sleep over with him at his new house that night since he had a bad night, and so I phoned home and said I'd be at Tiffany's consoling her devastated, crying self. In all reality I think she was fine and was busy at work, but between me and Jay those are just details! So we hung out at his house with Shane and his girlfriend then went to sleep. I have never enjoyed sleeping beside anyone as I do when I'm with him, ever since I can remember I have always wanted to be alone and not bothered. This morning I found myself cranky because somehow in the middle of the night we slipped away from eachother and I was no longer in the warm vicinity of his body. Queitly I snuggled up agianst him to happily find his eyes open and embrace me back to my deep sleep.
That's when the calls started.
Stupid me decided to call my mom back! What the hell is wrong with me? I could have slept in till 10:00am with him and had a nice breakfast and casually drove him to his Bike and calmly drove him. But no! 7:30am and I'm rushing out the door and freaking out while we try to come up with a good story to tell my mom. She believed I was at Tiffany's just one minute down the road, when in fact I was 45 minutes up US 19! I didn't sweat it, when I came home an hour after we spoke on the phone I said I figured I was in enough trouble so I went to breakfast!
Worked like a charm...
So now I'm:
*Grounded
*Not allowed to go anywhere besides school, class, and work
*Unable to use the celly
*Completely detatched from Jason
And this is all for how ever long SHE decides until my WRECKLESS behaivour goes back to normal and I don't think I can do whatever I want.
Riiiiiiight...
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and I'm spending the day with Jason and Shane+GF no matter what she says. If she tries to tell me I can't do something, I'll show her the EXACT meaning of REBEL and what type of things WRECKLESS girls do. She has no clue how easy she has it!