“Of course,” she replied tentatively. Black suit, unassuming haircut. Quieter. She looks like she hasn’t slept well in about 13 years.
“You seem so OVER it all.”
I can’t even hear the reply, their voices are suddenly hushed.
I have six articles due by the end of the day. My eye is twitching, reminding me that I really need make that eye appointment. I forgot to buy a hula hoop for Carson’s birthday this Friday and I’ve looked at my calendar and can’t figure out how I could possibly fit in a shopping trip.
I hope I get to shower today.
I can hear the women talking again.
“Do you think it’s because you regret volunteering for it?”
“I felt backed into a corner. You know how she is. I should have said no.”
Ella has a fall party at school today, but I’m not going. I feel really badly about not going, other parents will be there and I hope that she won’t feel sad when I don’t show up.
I did send in some pretzels, so there’s that.
It’s just that I can’t be in two places at once I have this long list of deadlines and…
Really? I’d just rather go to my running class than serve candy corn and pretzels to four-year-olds.
I’m not OVER it all, though. Not really. I wish that I had more to give everyone, sure, but I feel like I’m giving something to myself for a change.
She probably won’t even miss me at her fall party.
Booming voice lady isn’t really listening to black suit lady. She keeps trying to convince her to keep giving. More and more and more.