Friday, October 26, 2007

Last night

My husband wanted to get out of the house because we'd been stuck at home with no car since Monday but by the time I got back from his mom's house and after stopping by at his grandparents' it was our daughter's bedtime. So I didn't want to go. He ended up going by himself. I was fine with it until I realized that it was 9.30pm. He had left at 8pm and said he wouldn't be gone long. It shouldn't be an issue but the past few months have instilled the fear in me that something could happen. What could happen? Just about anything. So I am watching the clock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. With every second that passes I get more and more anxious. 9.35pm and he still isn't back. Do I hear a car? No, false alarm. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Another minute passes. And another. There, I think this time I DO hear a car. Yes, and he is home. Safe and sound. He can tell that I was worried and gives me a hug. I hate being worried like this. He is a grown man. There should be no need to worry as if he were a teenager staying out after curfew. I have become his caretaker whether we like it or not.

1 comment:

Jaime said...

I can really identify with this post - with the constant thought at the back of your mind that there's a reason they aren't home on time, that maybe you were wrong about how well they were doing. Thank you for sharing this.

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