Panic
With the labor going long, my wife is already planning ahead for her stay at the hospital with my daughter while I go home and take care of things at the house. As she begins listing off the things I need to do, panic is setting in…that’s just not me…she’s the one that does these things at the house!
As we’re sitting in the lobby waiting patiently for the labor to intensify, Denise looked at me and said, “Megan will need a note to get out of school during the day for her ortho appointment.” A look of sheer terror came over my face as I realized that (1) I never wrote a note before and (2) I really didn’t want to write a note this time either. As Denise looked at me, she goes, “you do billion dollar deals in business and you can’t even write a note?” She said she’d tell me what to write and I said that I had paper with me so she wrote the note…the pressure was off…I began to relax again.
I’ve had one child through college, one still in college, and one entering high school, and I’ve never had to write a note to the teacher. I wonder if that makes me less of a person or just makes me typical of most on the road parents who count on someone else to take care of the business of the family. Regardless, I’m grateful for all the things I’ve never had to worry about, and as I found out tonight, I panic when I have to worry about them!