“This is bad,” Wendy groaned. Carefully placing the phone away from her on the table she dropped her head to her hands and completed a groan sigh combination.
“Didn’t you get the job?” Mum queried over her over.
“I did. That’s the problem.” She peeked through her fingers. “But the last time I worked in an office I became chubby and had to order new work pants.” Shudder. That had not been fun what so ever.
“What about your skating?”
Wendy lifted her head completely from her hands. It was time to be an adult and explain her reasoning. “That’s not going to cut it. I really am going to be working off my ass for eight hours straight and then add in the time in a vehicle driving to and from work and I graze when I’m bored.” Dramatic sigh. “Maybe I should’ve turned it down.”
“Or maybe you should exercise.”
She had said it so calmly, as if it had been the most logical answer to begin with. Of course it was; everyone knew that if you wanted to maintain a healthy lifestyle you had to eat well and exercise. Didn’t mean that Wendy wanted to give up her chocolate cake with the thick top coating of ganache. And whip cream on the side.
“I guess I could start up a workout routine for after work.” Hmm, that shouldn’t be too bad. “And it should help with my skating. Every bit of information that I find says that I need to have a strong core in order to do any jumps.”
Mother rolled her eyes. “Why do you want to jump while wearing wheels on your shoes?”
“Because the people who can do it properly look pretty.” And I want to look like that and impress people with being that cool skater chick who can mimic the ice skaters while outside on concrete.
“And what if you fall?”
“I fall normally, it won’t be any different.”
She opened her mouth to argue further, then stopped.
Have I done it? Did I make my mother speechless with that one little statement? That is so amazing. Wendy grinned at her mother. “Don’t worry. I wear my pads when I’m practicing.”
“And when you fall on your head?”
“It’ll knock some sense into me.”
“Very funny, dear.” Mum downed the rest of her coffee.
“And if I start exercising on a regular basis then I can get away wearing any cosplay costume I want without being self-conscious.” Wendy grinned. “That’s a plus.”
“How did I end up with a daughter who wants to look good while dressed as a character from an anime and rolls around on skates? Where are my grandchildren? When are you moving out of home?”
Even though she was teasing, the words had a little sting to them to remind Wendy of how abnormal she was. “Remember mother; I could be doing drugs, struggling financially, unhappy, having kids with multiple baby-daddies, and/or be spreading my misery.”
Mum smiled indulgently. “I know, I was only poking fun.”
“And I’m reminding you why I’m the best daughter in the world.”
“Didn’t you get the job?” Mum queried over her over.
“I did. That’s the problem.” She peeked through her fingers. “But the last time I worked in an office I became chubby and had to order new work pants.” Shudder. That had not been fun what so ever.
“What about your skating?”
Wendy lifted her head completely from her hands. It was time to be an adult and explain her reasoning. “That’s not going to cut it. I really am going to be working off my ass for eight hours straight and then add in the time in a vehicle driving to and from work and I graze when I’m bored.” Dramatic sigh. “Maybe I should’ve turned it down.”
“Or maybe you should exercise.”
She had said it so calmly, as if it had been the most logical answer to begin with. Of course it was; everyone knew that if you wanted to maintain a healthy lifestyle you had to eat well and exercise. Didn’t mean that Wendy wanted to give up her chocolate cake with the thick top coating of ganache. And whip cream on the side.
“I guess I could start up a workout routine for after work.” Hmm, that shouldn’t be too bad. “And it should help with my skating. Every bit of information that I find says that I need to have a strong core in order to do any jumps.”
Mother rolled her eyes. “Why do you want to jump while wearing wheels on your shoes?”
“Because the people who can do it properly look pretty.” And I want to look like that and impress people with being that cool skater chick who can mimic the ice skaters while outside on concrete.
“And what if you fall?”
“I fall normally, it won’t be any different.”
She opened her mouth to argue further, then stopped.
Have I done it? Did I make my mother speechless with that one little statement? That is so amazing. Wendy grinned at her mother. “Don’t worry. I wear my pads when I’m practicing.”
“And when you fall on your head?”
“It’ll knock some sense into me.”
“Very funny, dear.” Mum downed the rest of her coffee.
“And if I start exercising on a regular basis then I can get away wearing any cosplay costume I want without being self-conscious.” Wendy grinned. “That’s a plus.”
“How did I end up with a daughter who wants to look good while dressed as a character from an anime and rolls around on skates? Where are my grandchildren? When are you moving out of home?”
Even though she was teasing, the words had a little sting to them to remind Wendy of how abnormal she was. “Remember mother; I could be doing drugs, struggling financially, unhappy, having kids with multiple baby-daddies, and/or be spreading my misery.”
Mum smiled indulgently. “I know, I was only poking fun.”
“And I’m reminding you why I’m the best daughter in the world.”
