Just a Minute

That is all the time i have to pound out this entry and all the time it takes to fuck up an entire day. Something as simple as a non-stop direct flight gets fucked up in a moment.

The whole day was planned – my mom’s flight was supposed to get in at 5:30, my aunt’s family would all come over for dinner, lasagna I made from scratch this morning. We would talk, laugh, catch up, drink wine, make a fire outside and retire for the evening.

Instead, I find myself sitting on my couch at 6:36pm, my mom’s flight still not due to arrive until 7:45. Dinner, gone. And then to make matters worse, something as simple as actually picking someone up at the airport has to be complicated. Rather than just scraping the whole night, just letting ME go get MY mother and bringing back to the house to relax, my aunt HAS to come with me and oh no, that is not all . . .she PROMISED her 4 year old grandson that he could come with us. So, that makes 4 people in a car – what to do with our husbands? What to do about dinner?

My day has been a non-stop barrage of phone calls back and forth trying to figure out this closter fuck. Now, my aunt HAS to drive because the boy’s car seat is in her car – which she knew before this day started and she knew that I had planned on driving and never said anything about it until 15 minutes ago.

FUCK EVERYONE! I NEVER get my way about anything, always having to bend to someone else. Lynne, people I work with . . .I am the nice person who doesn’t want to cause waves, the person who it is easiest for to change their plans and what they want to do because everyone else has kids. That is what it comes down to – they just fuck everything up so much.

I am mad – really mad and this is definitely not the way I wanted to spend this gorgeous day. I just wanted to see my mom – who lives 1200 miles away and drink some wine? What the hell is so wrong with that?