|OK, not literally.|
I worked an eight-hour day at my IRL job. Which, big whoop. The highlight was when someone from my corporate office asked me what kind of charity our office wanted to support as a group, and I told her flat-out that a staff with as little camaraderie as ours was unlikely to support anything as a group, including world peace and women's suffrage.
I maybe embellished that a bit.
|As far as I know, no one in my office |
specifically opposes women's suffrage.
But after work, I rented a storage unit. Because contractors are descending on my house in three days, and shit's gotta be out of there, or I can't start my life over.
|Somewhat important, then.|
And then I went home and packed. And cleaned.
Then my Precocious Daughter texted me to pick her up from a school karate event. So I drove there, and she was...nowhere to be found. Not where she said she would be. Not where she would be if she weren't where she said she would be.
And she didn't answer multiple texts/calls to her phone.
So I called a friend, who is the mom of PDaughter's best friend, to ask if maybe she had picked up my missing child.
Because at this point, in my head, she was a MISSING CHILD.
I'm not a nervous mom. I'm not a helicopter mom. I knew, on one level, that PDaughter was most likely just fine. Just doing something away from her phone, like helping her karate instructor clean up.
Which is exactly what the situation turned out to be.
But because it's 2015, when my child isn't where she's supposed to be and doesn't answer texts/calls, I have to worry that some terrible fate has befallen her.
Sometimes 2015 sucks.
|Fifty years ago, I would have left her dinner|
on the stoop and gone to bed. Times change.
Anyway, now I'm tired and sweaty and emotionally unstable. So I get home...and have an uncomfortable exchange with my spouse about packing.
In a nutshell...he refuses to pack up his own stuff so that the contractor can repair our home so that our realtor can list our home so that we can sell our home so that we can get divorced.
I don't want bad blood between us. But I'm pretty goddamn sick of taking care of his shit.
Anyway, that's been my day.
I hope your day has been AWESOME. Really and truly. Because you guys are the best.