A day in the life…
Yesterday, after back to back phone calls, I dashed out to pilates, on the way back the bank called while I was in the car and said someone had my credit card number and was charging to religious sites, I had a late conference call and ran home, had two neighbors that I had to sidestep because of the call, and then the call lasted lots longer than I had planned, so got the animals fed and was running out the door to get to the hospital to sleep with A and saw I had five messages from my mother who was worried about me from the stomach thing that put me down on Monday, I called back and said, “Can’t talk now, I’m rushing to the hospital.” And my mother screamed and screamed right into the phone.
When I said not for me, for A, she said, “Oh god, Oh god, OH GOD!” she continued to scream. “I thought it was you. My baby!”
I’m convinced that if I had just even a tape of that there is no way in hell that T would ever call me a drama queen. Princess maybe, but never queen – there is only one.