Feeling exceptionally mom-like. Waiting up yet again for The Cat Who Walks Alone, leafing wearily through back issues of MPSIMS. Hey, I’m up to February 22nd already. [turning around to peer groggily at calendar on dining room wall] Hmm. February 22nd. Yeah, last Thursday night, I was feeling exceptionally mom-like, too. She was babysitting then. But I was in IMHO then, not MPSIMS.
Tonight she’s at an opera for heaven’s sakes. There’s some traveling road company presenting Carmen, and she and her Spanish club are all down there.
Only a Mom would do this waiting-up thing. I worry about not being able to hear the phone ring upstairs if she wrecks the car (again). The Better Half has to get up at 6 a.m. and go to work at 7, so he gets to go to bed at 9. And besides, he’s not the paranoid one…
However, my dad was the one who waited up for me. Go figure.