(Answers phone) Oh, hey honey. What's up?
Did you get your tires done?
Yep, all ready to go. Now I just need to go to that place across town to plug it in and find out why the Check Engine light is on. I'm at your folks' house now to get the kids. We're going to have a spot of lunch here and then head out.
OK. Cool. Have something for me. Did you find out where you're going and when you have to leave?
Ummmm, yes. (Long pause)
So?
Well. Uh.
Oh no. Nebraska?
Uh, no actually. As it turns out, they don't need me to go until October. (Insert list of reasons here, mostly to do with Roadwhore culture and terminology I don't understand).
So you're not leaving this weekend?
Nope.
Here's where a blistering silence ensues, during which my brain manages to turn about twenty thousand loops in a split second.
So, I'm going to let you go, and eat lunch with your folks because it sounds like you're upset.
Right, because why should you sit on the phone with me and offer support when the knots I'm all tied up in are a direct result of the impact of YOU in my life? (We do sarcasm here. Frequently and often completely underappreciated.)
So first I call the school and ask if its too late to get the bus for the boy changed for the first day of school when I've already asked for it to be changed three days ago because I thought the bottom was falling out of my plans.
Then I smile. Because I'm not going to be suddenly alone. And I can still have Option B without the bereft forever part.
Oh, life, you are grand and constantly surprising. From one moment to the next you pull me this way and that, push me off balance, knock me on my ass, pull me upright, tease me with this and flatter me and woo me and put me off. You are fickle and cold and ablaze with seduction all at the same time. You never fail to keep it interesting.
