Sticking my fingers in my ears and singing LA LA LA

Yesterday was supposed to be restful. Phillip took the day off and we spent it at his parents' house, letting them do the child wrangling while we unattractively draped ourselves over various pieces of furniture, catching up with our reading both online and off. So that was nice. But then there were all these in between times- the drive there and back, lunch out, five minutes here and there when grandparents were out of earshot- when we were talking about all this FUTURE STUFF and I came home feeling VERY VERY OVERWHELMED.

The driving factor, I believe, is that Phillip's grad school application is due Friday. There is a lot (A LOT) I want to say about the grad school thing, except we don't know he if he will be accepted, and most of it I've only barely started to share with him and my thoughts are all jumbled anyway. Suffice to say that 1) I really want this for him and 2) I have a million and a half fears about it. THERE YOU GO.

Of course it wasn't just THAT, we also talked about Sharing A Room: Part Two, when we might sell our house, the road trip we keep talking about even though neither of us are at all confident about our ability to pull said road trip off, the various little events we've got going on this weekend and next weekend and the weekend after that. Not to mention the fact that I have to call my dentist and say, "I always get the hygienist who trained at the Hanoi Hilton, so I am leaving your practice, I'm not going to my appointment next week, don't leave me annoyingly chirpy messages on my answering machine and don't send me the obligatory birthday card because I'm OUTTA HERE." That makes me very nervous.

It's just... a LOT, you know? I'm usually pretty good at this future stuff, being the obnoxiously optimistic member of Team Cheung. It's the having-to-call-my-dentist stuff that gets me down, not the Grand Plans months down the road. THAT stuff is EXCITING.

Buuuuut yeah. I'm not going to write about that. Yet. I am just going to sit here and allude to it and refer to it and mention it without giving any specifics and make everyone all, "DUDE, either PUT UP or SHUT UP."

I have a huge stack of items in the Mommyblog Folder and another couple items in the Garden Blog and Churchy Blog folders and, OH YES, another in the FACEBOOK FOLDER, but blah blah blah you've read all that before (except the Facebook one) and besides, right now I'm kind of feeling like a nice stiff drink for breakfast. Maybe I should open a suggestion box. "Dear Maggie, I know your main topic is your inability to deal with [fill in any noun] on any given day, but I was really hoping you'd spend some time writing an Ode to The Big Brain Theory's Sheldon." Or "Dear Maggie, yeah yeah, your kid sleeps in your closet, whatever, what are your feelings on milk chocolate vs. dark chocolate?" And I'm just DYING for someone to say, "Dear Maggie, I will not be able to sleep until you give us your thoughts on how to power through these Dire Economic Times." HA. Now where is the gin?

Comments

[Christiana]

I have always hated making those phone calls, or running into people I no longer deal with (my hairdresser, for example), but I have worked on changing my attitude. I "employ" these people, we're not friends. It's not personal, it's business (I'm channeling Tom Hanks from You've Got Mail here). Call them, cancel your appointment, and hang up. If you need your records transferred, give them the info, and get off the phone. No explanations are required.

[Jen]

I read this post and went to the kitchen to have some chocolate. Thanks! Now, what do you think about milk vs. dark chocolate? Because milk chocolate is clearly superior.

[Lindsay]

Mmmm, this is all very interesting. Christiana that is excellent advice, not to mention well done on the You've Got Mail reference.

[Kate P]

I love Sheldon!!! "I'm in such a good mood, I'm finding your tenuous grasp of the English language folksy and charming today." Hahahahaha!