Missing Once Again…

Where is he?  Seriously?  Where could he be?  He left for his interview three hours ago.  It’s been two hours since the designated time.  He was supposed to meet this person for the interview.  Now I’m starting to worry.  Of course, he has the phone and we only have one, so he couldn’t even borrow a phone to check in and let me know what’s going on.  It’s nearly 9pm!  Where could he be?

As if it wasn’t bad enough that I worry all the time, this pregnancy has also been getting to me.  I’m hungry, but I don’t want to cook anything because I know he’ll be hungry when he gets home.  I don’t want to eat anything because I’m too damn worried!  I don’t even have my book to take my mind off of it because it’s in my car!  Along with my purse if I remember correctly, which doesn’t do me much good.  I have no ID or anything in case something happens.  I have no car.  I have no phone.  I have no driver’s license.  I have no credit card.  I have nothing to do to keep my mind occupied and try and take it off whatever is keeping him so long.  I’m going out of my mind!

This is why I hate only having one phone.  When we have our own house, we’re getting a house phone.  I don’t care if we both have cell phones, if something goes wrong, it’ll be good to have a back-up plan.  One of them isn’t going to be cordless so we still have something we can dial out on if the power is out.  Then I won’t have to worry about the stress because I could have called him ten times by now to figure out where he was and what was taking him so long!  I’m going out of my mind here and there’s nothing I can do because I can’t call out!  I couldn’t even order in for dinner because he has my credit card!

Honestly, I hope he gets a job and soon.  Then he can get his own phone and stop taking mine!  Then, perhaps, I’ll be able to call him when he falls off the face of the planet instead of worrying my head off!

~*~Rave~*~