He calls me every day, often more than once – and sometimes at odd hours, like 5:30 a.m.
I can almost read his mind, by now.
Friends are discouraging me. One said, “But he doesn’t even go to work anymore” – as if that would break my connection to him!
My husband is unbothered on his own account. He’s not jealous in the least. He only worries for my happiness and sanity.
As for my boyfriend? He couldn’t care less about my feelings.
Oh, and I’m having to share this intimacy with hundreds of others.
If you haven’t guess by now: I’m referring to our school district’s superintendent. And he really has been calling all the time, announcing that school will be canceled yet again. And I really have been channeling his thoughts, anticipating yet another day of scrambling to get any work done, lining up a sitter so I can at least teach my classes, and tuning out increasingly cranky kid noises.
Long-time readers of Kittywampus know that we weren’t going to get through this winter without another run of snow days – any more, and we’ll go into summer, having now eaten up every holiday except Memorial Day. Nor would the winter end without me bitching and moaning about how school is canceled for trivialities, like the “rain day” we had last Friday. (It seriously rained all day. Nothing froze.)
The kids, of course, are increasingly stir crazy, as are we all. I like to tell them no one ever died from boredom – though a recent study begs to differ. As do the LOLcats.