Please, Please Me? (Oh, yeah)
WTF!
I love my family…
… I swear I do, but they make me fucking *crazy* sometimes…
SO, I’m supposed to go to this program at the Oak Park Library this evening and I asked my brother to go with me because I thought he’d enjoy it and because it’s far enough away that I need someone with a car to go with me. He said yes and I’ve been planning and excited about it all week.
My mom volunteered to watch his daughter since his wife is working. I just called my mom to make sure what time she gets off work and what-not (don’t even get me started wondering why I had to call about this since he has the kid and I’m at work)… The first thing she asks me is “Oh, you guys are still planning on going, huh?”
I said yeah, why was there a problem?
“Well, there’s supposed to be severe thunderstorms.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s not really far or rural, it’s just a library.”
“I worry because (brother’s wife) might have to walk the 8 blocks to our house in the rain.”
“Well, she gets out at 9pm and we should be finished by then. She might have to wait a few minutes, but not long. Or she could bring an umbrella.”
“I just worry.”
“Okay, I don’t know what you’re telling me. Should I tell him NOT to go with me? Because then I can’t go.”
“I just worry.”
“Will she melt? Or is she allergic to the rain? I mean, I walk a mile back fromt he train in the rain all the time. I’m still okay.”
“I just wanted to let you know there are supposed to be severe thunderstorms.”
“I know. I just don’t know what you want me to do with that information.”
“You guys can still go…”
Then I just said my goodbyes and hung up. Fuck… it’s been raining longer than the Human Race has been a thing… I hardly think it’s going to kill my sister-in-law to wait a few extra minutes for a ride. WTF?!
