Visitors & Visitations
ednesday: Oh! You're coming to town this weekend, you say? Well, thanks for giving me a couple of days notice, instead of calling me when you're ten minutes from my house, I guess.
Friday: WHERE is all this dust coming from, we have vacuumed our house SEVENTEEN TIMES and we're still finding more.
Saturday: Probably going to hear from them at some point...I wonder if they're going to want to come here today...or if they have other plans, and won't come until tomorrow...maybe I need to vacuum again...ugh, my life is such hopeless miserable chaos, I don't want anybody to ask me what I've been up to lately or how I'm doing...is that them calling? texting? No, it isn't.
Sunday: Yes, you can come over today. Eleven is fine. Yes, we can wait until 11:30. Or eleven-forty-five. Really, whenever you get here. We'll just be sitting around or pacing fretfully and unable to do anything useful. We'll make some soup or something. Oh, and then everybody's going to go have dinner at my brother's house? Sure, we'll be there too. Yes, we have jumper cables and can probably get your car started again.
Monday: Okay, we've gotten all the leftover floorboards from the house construction out of the basement and staged them so they can be conveniently loaded into your vehicle. Hope they turn out to work for your project! Oh, ouch. Let me get you a piece of ice for that. No, keep the ice on your hand, and the rest of us will finish loading the boards. Bye! Right, nice to catch up and all! Sorry you never managed to get that burner phone working. Yeah, technology has never been your favorite thing, I know.
...holy crap, everyone in my family is a much worse and more chaotic mess even than I am. I've just spent several solid days doing my calm, soothing, reassuring voice at everyone and telling them that it was probably going to be okay. The tiny amount of at least it's not just me is completely swamped under the realization that none of these people will ever be able to help me, when I need help, and indeed they mostly never have been.
Did you enjoy this article?
Recommend it — Standard Reader surfaces well-loved writing to more readers across the network.