Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Hmm. I guess you're expecting some deep thoughts to come from an opening of those proportions, but no.

*sigh*

One time, about 5 or 6 years ago, Tommy made a special point of telling me one morning that when he got off work that evening, he and I would go out to dinner together. He made a date with me. A very unusual thing for him to do. Very strange.

The kids had some kind of field trip that day and we wouldn't be home til a little after 5pm, so I dressed and did my makeup before we left so I'd be ready to go as soon as we got home.

It was closer to 6pm before we got back home....and no Tommy in sight. I'd bought the boys hamburgers for their supper and they were hurrying to put away their school stuff so they could eat.

I remember Corey being kind of excited for me. That sounds silly, but he was. The boys had asked me why I was dressing up, so I told them. Ha! That tells you how seldom I got spiffed up to go anywhere, huh?

So when we got home, I just changed my clothes and fixed myself a sandwich. I was really REALLY upset.

It was about 8pm or so before Tommy got home. He'd forgotten about it completely. Corey asked him where he'd been and why "..did you .tell Mama that you was going to take her out to eat if you wasn't coming?"

Then he was like Well let's go ahead and go. and I was all like No...I've already eaten and I don't feel like getting ready all over again and besides, it's too late...etc.

That was probably the last time he ever made a point of making a date with me that way. And honestly, if he had've, I'd most likely not hold my breath or even prepare for it.

So this evening is supposed to be Casey's makeup soccer game. It's also the night of the Falling Up concert at the church right beside the soccer field (how neat is that, by the way?)

Casey's game should be over right about the time the concert will start, so he'll have to hurry to change and get over there.

This morning before he went to work, Tommy woke me up to tell me that after we got the boys dropped off for the concert, he and I would go get a bite to eat.

Hmm. That sounds way familiar. And I'm not thinking he'll forget this time. Mainly because he can't seeing how he's the assistant coach and will be right there.

But somehow, it makes me feel nervous or maybe it's more of a sadness. I will have to at least look decent since I'm going to be out in public (LOL! Yeah, I'm not much for gettin' gussied up for housework and such! LOL!) There's no guarantee that something won't come up though. That nasty pager is liable to go off or SOMEthing.

Yeah, I know. Don't go borrowing trouble.

I'm TRYING not to, okay?

It's just that nagging feeling, ya know? So, after all this rambling, what's the conclusion?

When I'm not being a cynical pessimist, I'm a hopeless optimist. *shrugs*