Moonspun Spins

Ok seriously, people…you’ve got to tell me if I am crazy. Be honest.

 Let me explain. It’s snowing hard here in Vermont. Some schools are closed, some are closing early, some open as usual. Lil moonspun’s school is open.

  Because her school draws from about 15 area towns, they have a phone tree to inform everyone of school closings. RP and I wrongly lingered a bit too long in bed waiting for the phone call. But when we realized lil moonspun still had school, we still managed to get ourselves to carpool on time.

  With my boo-boo foot, FFO and have adjusted our schedules to split weeks until I can drive. This is because RP can’t get lil moonspun to and from drama club on Wednesdays and dance class on Thursdays. Knowing today that drama club was canceled because the public school she has it at didn’t have school,  I worried about sending her to school without knowing what was happening on the other end.

     I promised lil moonpun that I’d call the school and let her know who was going to pick her up. She’s adaptable, but I know she likes to know.

  Now I have four phone numbers for FFO. Work, home, cell, hubby’s house. I made my first phone call to her at 6:45 a.m. No answer at home. I figured she was on her way to work. Settled in my office, I call her at work. She called in sick. Apparently yesterday she had muscles tighten in her back and is now on muscle relaxers, she’d called last night to tell lil moonspun and I that. Fine. I call  her cell phone. No answer. I call her house again. Leave a message. I call hubby’s house. NO answer, no machine.

 What the f**&??? I am frustrated. I worry. I am cranky. Every 1/2 hour or so I try the numbers again.

 FINALLY at 10 a.m. she groggily answers her phone. I can tell she has been sleeping because I hear her white noise machine in the background (and think that I don’t miss sleeping with one of those at all!). I am probably not as polite as I could be. But I air my frustrations about not getting ahold of her.

   We work out getting lil moonspun picked up. She calls me back after talking  to the school. And then, she has the balls to give ME a hard time about worrying and trying to get in touch with her. She has the nerve to say to me, “How come you couldn’t have faith in me that I’d eventually come downstairs and check the machine and take care of it?” What??!!

 Seriously! I think. But I calmly say, I didn’t really know exactly where you were. Your house or your hubby’s. SO why would I have faith in you taking care of things?! (don’t even get me started on general lack of reliability from her in general, which I don’t even mention. Even lil moonspun said to me the other day, “Mama can be forgetful sometimes”)

   So back to my question. Am I crazy to have been worried about lil moonspun and is she’d been taken care of? Am I crazy to have reassured my daughter that she’d be taken care of and think she might worry, too? Am I crazy to think that if you have 4 phone numbers, it’s reasonable within 3 hours on a snowy day that I can find you?

     I honestly try not to let FFO bother me too much. It’s not usually worth it. But I was honestly offended that she gave me such a hard time about trying to reach her. How could she not see how important it was to me!

  Ok, random rant number two: The moonboot. It’s been a while since I’ve complained about my foot. And it won’t be too long. BUT I’ve got to say how much I hate sleeping with the damn thing. On the one  hand, I’ve come to terms with it and it’s ok. I CAN take it off and at home I do more and more as my foot gets back some flexibility. Saturday I actually kept it off all day. Even at work, I slip it off for an hour or two.

   But I am supposed to sleep with it. And it’s big and bulky and heavy. It makes my toes feel claustrophobic. It’s really uncomfortable to sleep with. I HATE it. I’ve been good about not hurting RP, except the other night when I was woken up by a loud “OW!” and apparently I had kicked him in the knee cap. Problem is, I can’t feel anything in the boot.

  SO I was a rebel last night. I slept without it. And not only were RP and I able to engage in a position that we hadn’t been able to manage for a while, but I slept reallly well. SO.MUCH.BETTER.

  I did the good thing and called my doctor’s office to talk to the nurse and see if there is an alternative to sleeping with the boot and I await their word.

  Last rant: why women with curves are villified still. For a very colorful opinion on it, read this post from Tattooed Dad.

    Why can’t we all just get along?

   Thanks for listening to my random rants…