For once, I was about to go to bed long before my husband got home. I was tired and ready to go to sleep, so I was almost finished getting ready for bed.
And then I got a text…
Fog had gotten so bad, he wasn’t going to be able to make it back to the airport where he had started today, and so needed me to come pick him up at a different one across town. So, I used the bathroom one last time, and got on the road for a 40-minute drive. Upon my arrival, he gets in the car, after a couple minutes of delay.
I start heading home and begin to ask him his plans for getting the plane back and his car back tomorrow, if he’ll just handle it after his morning lesson or try to do it all beforehand. He kind of freaks out on me, so I pull over to wait for whatever is causing him such stress. Turns out, he was expecting me to go a different way to get on a specific toll road, so that I could drive him to the other airport now. Why is this? He needs things from that car for his lesson in the morning.
I look up the distance. 58 minutes away. I almost cry. I already needed to pee – and can’t use public bathrooms at this point without having to shower again before bed – and was definitely pushing it on my exhaustion level. I share my utter frustration at his having never mentioned this. He told me he needed me to come get him. He didn’t say I also needed to take him somewhere other than home, nor that that would add over an hour to my drive time… to my delay in going to bed. Keep in mind, it is about 11:30pm at this point. I wouldn’t be dropping him off until 00:30, and then wouldn’t be getting home until close to 1:15. I could maybe handle staying awake that long, but not driving safely that long. It was beyond my abilities for the night. And he hadn’t even mentioned it until just now. Like he hadn’t had the past hour plus to let me know. And couldn’t have mentioned it in the first place…
So, we came home, instead. There was no way I could safely do it all tonight. It was bad enough for me getting up there, let alone getting home. He accepted all of this.
Now that we’ve arrived home, shortly after midnight, he has gotten into another car to drive himself down to the second airport. He’ll trade cars completely, so he’ll have everything he needs for his morning lesson, and leave the second car until we figure out picking it up later at some point. See, he has his morning lesson at nine for a few hours, but then we have an important home appointment with the midwife in the afternoon. So, his first chance to go back won’t be until late afternoon tomorrow. And we’ll see how I’m feeling st that point, anyway, and if I’m even able to take him then, or if it needs to be another day. I don’t want to waste money on an Uber. It isn’t worth the high cost, when it is truly just a bit of time and gasoline for us to do it ourselves. We can afford that kind of hassle, but not the Uber kind of financial expense to go so far across town.
Anyway, I’m wiped. Goodnight.
God, keep him safe, please. Help everything go smoothly and well for hs both tomorrow. Make me and the baby and my husband well, and keep us always safe, please. Thank you for our home and our vehicles, especially. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
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