February 13th, 2009


So I was going to try to tell the story of my day yesterday in an amusing way so it wouldn’t seem like whining, but you know what? I feel like whining.

I got up in the dark. I know I always get up in the dark, but some days it feels particularly unfair. I woke the other unwilling people who needed to go to school and made them do a series of things they didn’t want to do. Then I stuck them in a car. I hate driving. I just do. And I have to do it a lot.

When I got home from taking the kids to school, I got to do more cleaning. Nothing like scrubbing a toilet for inducing happiness. (Yes, I understand that I could choose to have someone else come scrub my toilet, but that would be a failure of character and a violation of my sense of what is right in the world. It’s a weird stance, but my own and I’m not ready to part with it.) It was about that time that my phone rang.

I hate talking on the phone. I used to love it, back when I was about 14 or so. Don’t know what happened, but I would rather communicate by smoke signals than by phone under most circumstances. So my loved ones, knowing this, mostly don’t call me. Which means that if my phone rings, it is probably urgent or bad or both.

Syd forgot his gym bag in the car. I didn’t have the heart to refuse the kid his (expensive!!!) shoes I bought him for pole vaulting and his other workout clothes. I agreed to drive them back out to school to hand over to him before practice. Did I mention that I hate driving?

But before that, I had promised myself a trip to the gym. I took a class that busted my butt. Actually, at this point, it feels like it particularly busted my hamstrings and my IT band (I think that’s what they call that muscle thingie is that runs along the outside of the thighs and hurts a lot when I do a spinal twist with a straight leg.).

Back in the car, aching, turning up the music loud to soothe my soul, I was startled once again by the phone. This is where the story goes from run-of-the-mill annoying to truly bad. It was my dad. My mom is in the hospital. She had chest pains, followed by an ambulance ride, followed by tests. It does not seem, my dad said, that anything bad happened to her heart, but they kept her overnight. I haven’t heard yet what is up. I am waiting for another call.

My dad sounded very lost. That, more than anything else, scared me. He said I didn’t need to come down there, but I am holding my options open until I hear what the report is today.

Then it was back to the regularly scheduled chaos, including another night of sleeping on the couch because Brent is not entirely well yet. I woke up earlier than I would have liked this morning with a dog on my chest. Think good thoughts for me. And my mom.