Then the gates of hell opened and the onslaught began. One thing after another went offline and had to be repaired. People I haven't had to deal with in months are calling me to complain about things I have nothing to do with. My boss's boss has me ordering catering for a meeting of all things, as if I have time to do that.
Then I found out that I would have to pay $20 to see my munchkin's choir performance on Sunday, and that the tickets were almost sold out, so I had to bust my buns to get down to MSU to pick them up, right smack in the middle of this busy afternoon. I would stay and work late, but tonight's another of Kirstin's concerts, and I promised my mom I would go along and chaperone. Me and a group of 70 third-graders. That promises to be a sheer joy.
Now I have to drive like a bat from hell to get home, get my munchkin dressed for her concert and fed, and to the high school by 6:30. It's truly ugly.
I don't understand my feelings today. In the last few weeks I have spent lots of time with Forest. I'm absolutely certain that he isn't going anywhere, and is dedicated to me as I am to him. When he's gone, though, I miss him terribly. You would think I was never going to see him again. Today I dropped him off around 8:30, and won't see him until after midnight, and you would think it was the end of the world! Come on, Wendy. Get a grip! At least I got to say "hi" on the phone, although he was in a crowd of his family at the time, so we really couldn't talk much.
What is my problem? I'll be fine! I will actually get quit a bit done tonight, I think. I'll clean up the living room, put away the laundry, and go to Kirstin's concert. I might watch a little TV, and I'll run my forms and go to bed early. Maybe I'll even take a hot bath, who knows. It's not like I can't handle time to myself.
Time is a lot more pleasant when he's around, that's all.
