The
decision to close schools yesterday was made early Monday afternoon. I
always appreciate finding out the night before versus the 5 AM phone
call. I find it amazing how Scott can fall back to sleep after learning
that his work is cancelled, but I am wide awake for the rest of the
morning because of the ringing phone. Unfortunately, it wasn't a phone
call which woke me up early Tuesday morning. It was my growing anxiety.
I
had an appointment to review the plans and to see the space for a
satellite office that is being built by my prosthetic facility, and I
was expected to be in Leesburg, approximately a 30 minute drive, at 9:00
AM. I went to bed knowing that the roads were slick. Where they weren't
covered with snow, they were coated with ice. Needless to say, I was
not looking forward to venturing out in those conditions. I spent the
majority of the night tossing and turning as I worried about getting to
the meeting safely.
There are a few
occasions when cancelling is not an option and, unfortunately this
meeting was one of them. Barring a catastrophic event, I had to be
there. As I was pacing through the living room, worrying about the
roads, Scott casually offered to chauffeur me to the appointment. He is
far more comfortable, and dare I admit more experienced and skilled,
when it comes to driving on unsavory roads. I didn't hesitate to accept
his offer and instantly my anxieties melted away. I should have thought
of this option hours earlier; perhaps I would have slept better!
Within
minutes the family was packed up and buckled into the car, prepared for
a slow drive to Leesburg. Thankfully the roads were not as impassable
as I feared. While they were slick in spots and the drive was not
effortless, we were able to get to our destination without incident or
mishap. The boys hung out in the lobby while I met with Elliot and the
builders to review the plans. (On a side note, I never knew that picking
out floor tiles and paint colors would be so much fun.)
After
the meeting (which of course went far longer than I anticipated) we
headed to IHOP to secure our free pancakes. A long line of people,
primarily teenagers off school, was our first clue that we weren't the
only ones who were lured by the free pancakes. Despite the crowd, our
wait was relatively short. Brevity was a good thing because I could tell
that Scott was becoming agitated by the giggling and shouting of our
teenage fellow patrons. I suspect that being surrounded by rambunctious
teenagers was simply a reminder of what he had in store for the
remainder of the week.
By the time we
arrived back home, it was already the middle of the afternoon. Robby
spent the rest of the day playing (and laughing) while Scott
channel-surfed on the television. Finally adjusted to my new
medications, I was able to clean the kitchen (well, at least I was able
to tidy it up a bit) and cook dinner. Although I know that the boys will
feel deflated going back to school this morning, I have to admit that I
am overjoyed. I know that my medication will be adjusted again next
week, so I need to take full advantage of my "feel good days" when they
happen. I have a lot of work to do, and clock is ticking.
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