Ok, I am a jealous jerk--the thank you note we got from Evie.

 Ok so as if I wasn't feeling guilty enough about the way I acted on Friday and Saturday. This morning, our son was out front playing with his cousins and came running in the house saying Evie had just stopped by the house with a small gift for he and his sister and thank you card for us. The card read:

Danielle and Bubs (but she used is real name), 

Thank you so much for inviting me into your family. You and your kids made me feel so welcome that I quickly felt like we were old friends—even if I was only there for one night. I had such a great time with your adorable children and would love to sit for them anytime you need someone. You both were so kind, and it warms my heart that you trusted me with your kids.

If you’re okay with it, I would love to take A (our daughter) to her Jiu-jitsu practice on a Wednesday. I’ve always wanted to try it, and her enthusiasm for the sport really got me excited. I don’t want T (our son) to feel left out, so I’d be happy to take him to one of his practices too if he’d like. Both kids were such a joy to watch that I felt like I had to get them a small gift. If I overstepped, please don’t hesitate to let me know!

Thank you again,
Genevieve

Our son is such a little goof ball that I asked him if she was still out front and he said no that he had sent her away, which for him could mean anything. After I read the card I called her to just to make sure he had been polite and she said that he was so cute and told her "I don't need to get my parents because I can handle things on my own" so she took that as her note would make it to us without any trouble. We chatted for a bit and I feel so bad that I caused a huge fight with my husband over me misreading her flirting. She is just a very, very nice person. 

I told her that I was sorry if I was rude about the running club thing on Friday, it's just sort of sensitive subject to hear that other girls have crushes on my brother because we all loved his ex so much. I told her it's probably time that he start dating nice girls again and I would be happy to pass along a good word about her friend  (hint: the girls he's been dating haven't been so nice, and we are all worried that we are going to get a surprise niece or nephew to someone who isn't very good for him). She said that she was sorry that it came across so weird and she re-lived the moment for the past two days and was kicking herself for bringing it up. I told her I know what it's like to be a massive over thinker and I would have done the same thing. 

I guess she and I hit it off because I looked down at my phone and we had been talking for like 40 minutes and she had driven all the way back to her town, unloaded her groceries and was laying in bed talking to me. We talked about teaching and what to expect from the certification process and districts that I would teach in and ones that I would avoid and I gave her some contacts who can help when she does student teaching next semester. 

Then somehow we started talking about the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders Netflix show and she told me that I looked exactly like Kleine Powell and I was like, ok girl, forget my husband, I'm in love with you. You are crazy to think that I'm that pretty but flattery will get you everywhere. Then we started talking my time in gymnastics and how she had been in gymnastics until she quit for dance. She's still dancing but her main thing is now is teaching hot yoga. I said I've always wanted to try it and she said that her studio actually has a "warm yoga" session for pregnant moms and she asked if I'd like to go with her sometime this week. So yeah, after all the drama I caused--I'm the one who has a "date" with the cute babysitter. 

Towards the end of the call (well over an hour) Bubs came in and asked me who I was talking to and reminded me that we were going to his parents to watch the Cowboys and Texans games. I told him Evie and he the poor man just shook his head as if the torture wheel was still spinning and he sat down waiting for the verbal barrage that would come when I hung up. When I got off the phone, I told him how sorry I was. He said "she's not pretty at all, if you must know." I joked and told him he can't talk about my friends like that.  He told me one of his favorite lines "I haven't had a moments peace since 7th grade Dani, why would you start now?" and I told him that no I really was sorry and Friday and Saturday were totally my fault. He said he didn't doubt I'm sorry but he was sure I'd do 20 do things to exhaust him by the time we get to his parents house and 100 more once we get there. I told him I would really try because I owed him.  The poor guy must really love me. I know I'm annoying but I really love him too.