It’s bad enough that storms kept me from sleeping last night. As if I don’t have enough running through my head to give me a permanent case of insomnia, this one…
Keeps me pacing.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this early. I had no idea that a 10-year old needs a curfew. Actually it was the thirty something mom and my lack of communication that was the problem.
Arleigh walked home from school with a friend. I still had to meet her at the friend’s house because my super responsible daughter forgot her money. I got to hear about her day at school and I talked briefly with the other mom who offered to bring her home after they went to the movies. This was at 4. I may have been a little distracted showing off Jack’s picture and talking about travel plans. I didn’t ask what time they were going to the movie.
By 10 I was pacing. I looked up the showtimes and assumed they went to the 6:55 show. Don’t remind me about assuming…
About 15 minutes after I turned on the news and started scouring traffic reports and muttered prayers of safety for my first born I heard the garage door. Arleigh was home and she used the code to get in like she was a teenager, no parent walking her to the door.
They saw Soul Surfer which I did okay in advance. Arleigh told me all about the strength God gives you. I hugged her and kissed on her and jumped up and down because she’s home. Poor Ray missed out on all this. I’m fairly certain that if she wasn’t thinking I’ve lost my mind, she does now.
I can’t help but think I’m going to blink and it will be a boy dropping her off an hour late. I’m really not sure what I’ll do. Pretty sure Ray will be sitting at the kitchen table gnawing on a cigar and cleaning a gun.
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