- 7 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
This made my day, maybe yours too!
The reader’s digest of my summer is this: My Mom has cancer, my husband is recovering from shoulder surgery, my grandmother is in the final stages of parkinsons, I’m totally buried at work AND my sister got engaged….yay. And all the while I’ve been running from person to person, doing what they needed me to, to get them ok, I took my mother to the Mayo Clinic…when I got back and my Dad was out there with her, I helped out with grandma, watched their dog, and offered emotional support over the phone on demand…I helped my sister’s Fiance get her ring and execute a really sweet proposal, and I’ve been running non-stop at home because I’m currently married to a man with use of one arm, while the other hangs in a sling..so that adds up…and I don’t want people to feel sorry for me, because I can take it…seriously, I can.
But I was driving at lunch to the butcher today, Mr. 99 wants steak, and I was talking to my Mom and I hear the other phone ring, she’s got to take that call…she does that a lot, and I get it, she’s got doctor’s and stuff calling, but it still feels shitty….and I really want to talk to someone, I feel lonely, i wanna laugh with somone…and it occurs to me I literally can’t call anyone in my life right now, because they will want me to do something for them!
If I call my sister, she’s going to want to talk about wedding stuff, and most times I wanna do that too, but not today…any of my friends are going to want to talk about work, or ask me for money, or a ride, or something….my husband isn’t really a phone guy and my entire family is just trying to get through the day…no help there.
So I get home, throw the meat in the fridge and flounce downstairs on the verge of tears to find my valium soaked, better half curled up on the couch with our dogs all under blankets half asleep….and he may be stoned but he can tell I’m upset and asks what’s wrong…I sit on the couch and get mobbed by a cumulative 300lbs of happy warm dogs, Mr. 99 stares at me, and I burst into tears because I feel lonely and want someone to call me and see how I’m doing for once BUT I also feel awful since everyone else has such heavier burdens than I do and it’s silly to expect anyone to care….
He waits until I stop bawling and tells me to go get some kleenex, while I’m in the bathroom rubbing off what’s left of my mascara from my cheeks my phone rings, and i think to myself what now? Caller ID says “Home” I answer it, it’s Mr. 99, “Hey, just called to see how your doing..”
One of the best phone calls of my life, hands down.