I meant to write a fuller post this weekend. About the filing, the clerk, the experience of that, the days since. About the letting go and the internal goodbyes and the part of me that lags behind them.
But I don’t have time.
K. didn’t show up at noon today. He called at 12:30, having just woken up, and I let it go to voicemail. He left a message saying he’d just woken up and would be over as soon as he could (but since that was on public transit on a Sunday, it wouldn’t be quick). I waited until 1:20 and called him, figuring he’d be en route and could give me an ETA. Instead, I woke him up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, where are you?”
“Oh god. I fell asleep again.”
“WHAT?”
“I’m getting up.”
“Send me a text when you have an ETA.”
I took the kids to a friend’s house to distract them and got a text at 2:37 that he was (finally) waiting for the train. So yes, he was three hours (at least; we got back around 3:30) late today (and would have been more if I hadn’t inadvertently furnished a wake-up call). And I have no work time. I am at a café and I should have left already.
I’m surprised. I’m not surprised. I wonder if he sees that his priorities are showing. And they don’t look good.
March 22, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Are there other words for this?
Sorry lady. Looks like you’re in for it.
I’m here to listen, time after time.
C.
March 26, 2009 at 2:00 pm
Wow, you really are swamped, aren’t you? Or has something shifted now that the papers are filed?
March 26, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Yes, really swamped. K. Canceled yesterday, as well. Said he’d been sick since Monday, but only called to cancel 2 hours before. Friends say “hangover.” I say either way, he could have let me know earlier, especially since I moved heaven and earth and called in favors from two people to get L home in time for daddy time that didn’t happen. Hoping Sunday happens and will post then…