I didn't expect much yesterday. Josh was really busy. Didn't even come home for dinner. I didn't get much done, the house was trashed, and I was out the door to start the laundry once the kids were asleep when he calls.
Would I please come to campus and spend some time with him? Maybe we could get dinner?
Sure, I leave the monitor with Natalie (who is AWESOME! and the BEST NEIGHBOR EVER!) and go find him on campus. We chat for two minutes, and decide that I'll go get dinner while he keeps studying. I come back, and he is packing up his stuff because he's needed to do interviews. I help him pack his stuff, and we go back to the car and drive to the CB, where I waited in the car for 35 minutes while he did interviews. And tried not to cry, thinking about everything at home that was left undone.
I fully expected him to have interviews yesterday, but nobody called or e-mailed him. So we assumed he wasn't needed. The last-minute disappointment, when I got excited about having a quiet meal in a study room, was a little hard to take.
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Seriously, isn't that the worst. You get all excited for something and then...dash. Alas. I think you are doing great though. You are making an attempt at laundry. I'm on the computer avoiding it.
I hate it when my expectations are not met! At least he had some interviews :) Hope today was better!
Ah, the life of a mother. I remember the disappointment and frustration when you jump through hoops to make something (almost)impossible happen only to have your hopes dashed. I guess it gives us compassion for others, but it's not too much fun. Best advice: waterproof mascara.
dude. i remember those days. hang in there. I love you and I'll pray for you tonight!
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