Today is a day for waiting. Wick and I have traded cars for the duration, as mine is the safer one, and I took his in to replace front tires. Yes, we’re planning to replace the whole car as soon as we can, but meanwhile I don’t want to run on bald tires on ice. I’m considering the investment in new tires to be inexpensive insurance. So I waited for that, and I waited for a call from another attorney (which turned out to be a very pleasant conversation), and now I’m waiting for the plumber. Yep, the ceiling is still dripping merrily, and I have had it. I don’t care how many holes get cut in my walls, ceiling, etc. I do not want Niagra Redux in my front hall any longer! The next step, of course, will be the claim on the homeowner’s insurance for the collateral damage caused by the broken pipe, wherever it may be.
My love is off to Merrillville, and life goes on. Joseph asked once this morning where Daddy was, but seems mostly to be fine with the new order of things so far. I suspect it will hit him tonight or Wednesday when Daddy isn’t home. Mommy isn’t supposed to sleep anywhere else for even one night. I have been solemnly informed of this on several occasions, as only a small boy can deliver such a proclamation. (When I had the temerity to go away over Labor Day weekend, he asked me why I was “gone for a whole year.”) Daddy is evidently permitted to be gone over one night. It remains to be seen what he will have to say about it as the week goes on.
And I have a classic, stereotypical problem – sleeping. It’s something I don’t do easily under any circumstances, but I didn’t think this would be one of them. After all, I’ve slept well enough alone when I stay with friends to take a break, or on the aforementioned Labor Day weekend run. What I didn’t factor in is that because I’m the one who travels generally if travelling is to be done, I’ve never had occasion to try to sleep alone in my own bed. There’s supposed to be a warm spot nearby, not a cold spot. So it was an interesting night. But you know, if that’s the worst of it, I think we’ll all be ok.