Just on the off chance that you are tone deaf to emotion and didn’t pick up on it in the last two posts, I’ve been kinda down of late. Monday was particularly bad. Tuesday wasn’t shaping up to be much better until I decided to throw caution (and responsibility) to the wind and leave work early to go run.
I was giddy with excitement as I walked to my car. I had great plans. I’d run outdoors for the first time in weeks. It was a beautiful day! And then I’d take a nice long shower before picking up the boys. Hal, from his friend’s house and Daryl, from basketball practice.
But plans – especially happy plans – almost never work out. Especially if you have kids. You never get to do what you want when you have kids.
Jane had left school early for a doctor’s appointment, which was not likely to interfere, I thought. How naive…
I finished my run to find Jane baking a cake (from scratch). The darling had decided to make a cake for the Angel Mom picking up Hal from school as a thank you. There was just one problem. She had forgotten to preheat the oven and now needed to leave before it was done.
“It’s just another 12 minutes, mom. Can you finish it? You just need to add cocoa and melt it all for the icing,” she said, gesturing to a saucepan already holding milk and butter. “Then once it’s all liquid, add the vanilla and half that bag of sugar.”
I was standing there bathed in sweat, looking forward to my shower, and was now, instead, going to stand in a hot kitchen.
“Ok,” I said.
While I waited for the butter to melt, I checked my voicemail. Someone had called during my run. Turns out it was Daryl, who had had to borrow someone’s phone since his was sitting in a bag of rice at home.
“Mom. There’s no basketball practice.”
That was the entire message. And no way to call him back.
I tried to hurry outside and wave Jane down but she didn’t see me. I called a friend but she had already picked up her son and was home.
The cake still had 10 minutes to go. His message was a solid 15 minutes earlier. Nothing to it. He’d just have to wait until I was done icing the cake.
And I’d just have to wait on that shower too.
The best laid plans of mice and men, folks. Best laid plans.