Do You Believe in Magic? by evergreenwriter83
Chapter 1 by evergreenwriter83
A quick search on Google defines karma as destiny or fate,
following as effect from cause. Looking back, I think I've always
believed in karma. In elementary school I was always nice to
everyone, even the girls that were absolute bitches, because Santa
only liked the good little kids, y'know? I used to daydream that
the girl that stuck gum in my hair so I had to get it cut so short
adults called me 'he' would wake up on Christmas morning with lumps
of coal, or better yet, dog poop in her stocking.
In college, I studied hard and got good grades, knowing that
teachers could see true brains versus lazy bullshiters. I knew the
more I excelled, the better chance I had at scholarships. Sure, I
only got two small scholarships, but it was an effect from the
Getting married and having a baby were just the icing on top of my
good karma cake. I had never done drugs, I paid all my bills on
time, I vaccinated my dog...the list goes on and on.
I had even, for all intents and purposes, chose an ideal husband.
Good Christian teacher marries upstanding doctor. Until Rielynn
came along, we had a great arrangement. I taught third grade; he
worked twenty hour shifts. Somehow in the four hours we did
see each other, baby made three, but his crazy work schedule and
the new need for me to become full time housewife had me
reconsidering the consistency of my aforementioned karma cake.
Staying home alone with a baby day after day without adult
interaction could wear a person down bad.
My breaking point hit one early morning right at the turn of March.
The heat was still on because it was still chilly outside in the
mornings. I knew people in other parts of the country had it worse,
but my toes always froze on the hardwood floors. Putting on socks
would have been too easy of a solution. Besides, I was the one
staying home and Charlie could more than afford the bill. Hell, he
deserved to pay for my heat. It was my own little slice of
Anyhow, I had managed to wake up before Rielynn, a feat in and of
itself. My shower done and cup of coffee in hand, I had actually
turned the TV to something that wasn't the Sprout channel
when I heard her.
That should have been my first clue. Rielynn was not a
morning person. I took a quick sip of my steaming life brew and
headed down the hall to her room.
I knew I was in trouble before opening the door. The stench was
The visual sight was almost indescribable.
Poop was everywhere. On the walls, on the crib, on her
hands, on her toys, in her hair, on her sippy cup...
"Holy shit," I groaned.
Rielynn obviously thought she had become a fabulous painter.
Delighted with her work, she clapped her soiled hands together.
She only stopped when I reached for her. Before I could stop her
the hands shot up.
A supposed-comforting pat to my cheek ensued.
It took no less than three hours to sort out the mess. By the time
I had the last load of wash in the dryer and had scrubbed my face
for the twentieth time, Rielynn was happily watching Barney in her
high chair, little bites of scrambled egg and rice chex scattered
on her tray. I sank down on the couch and looked at her curly
"We're going to do something exciting today," I said aloud.
Rielynn looked my way.
"Tada," she said. "Woof."
She lowered her hand and instantly the brown curly mop that was our
annoying poodle, Captain Kangaroo, nuzzled his muzzle into her baby
fat fingers and took the bite of food she offered.
"You read my mind baby girl," I said, even though she was clearly
no longer paying attention to me.
"The zoo it is."
Little did I know that in less than two hours, my decision would
give a whole knew meaning to karma as I knew it.
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