Today was my 5th day back at school. I had 3 days off, so going back this morning was a little bit more difficult than it was at the end of last week. I have decided that I will still carry my phone on me at all times. Lauren texts me throughout the day to let me know how TinyFat is doing. I’m not constantly on my phone, but always having it in my pocket makes me feel better about being so far away.
This afternoon, I was sitting at my desk working on some modules for the TEA while my students were having a break time before snack. My phone rang. It was Lauren.
I immediately felt a little sick to my stomach. Why was she callling instead of texting? What had happened to my baby?
I answered the phone. Lauren was sobbing. Immediately upon hearing her cry, my stomach turned and I almost threw up. My mind started racing. He just started rolling over yesterday… maybe she left him unattended and he rolled off the changing table. Or rolled off the couch. Maybe one of the dogs bit him. Max had been acting jealous lately. I’m a horrible mother. I should be at home with him. Visions of my TinyFat with a broken arm or leg… or a dog bite from a tiny asshole Chiweenie were going through my head. I felt like my heart was going to explode.
Lauren blurts out, “I was ironing…”
Now my mind starts thinking that she was ironing her uniform for her second job and the iron fell on Tiny and he’s been severely burned. Or maybe she was ironing and left him unattended and he rolled off of something…
She finishes, “…and I burned a hole in my vest. I’m going to get FIRED!”
Yes. And you’re also about to get your face smashed in for giving me a heart attack before my 30th birthday.
Seriously?!?!