The same evening, between other commercials, I addressed the schedule for our up-coming weekend plans.
We were closely booked, which would require a bit of running. Over the past few weeks, we’d canceled a few social outings.
Among those, one was an overdue family visit. One was a much anticipated ‘meet the baby’ date. We’d previously discussed rescheduling the baby outing for Saturday evening or Sunday after church. When I asked Jeff if he’d been able to arrange it, he said he’d been thinking about that.
“Maybe, Saturday at lunch time, would be better,” he hemmed.
“We can’t, tomorrow.” I answered, quickly, shortly.
Jeff’s brow furrowed.
“We’re going to Lansing, tomorrow.” I reminded him.
“Well, huh.” Jeff scrunched his lips to the side, and puffed out one cheek. “Maybe, we can reschedule that for when I’m feelin’ better?”
“We’ve already canceled, twice.” I pointed out. “We can’t to cancel, again. Besides, the store is already covered for tomorrow.”
It wasn’t always easy to find someone willing to tend shop by themselves for an entire day. We’d already cancelled our scheduled helper’s shift, once, too.
“Mmm… maybe, you can go without me, this once…?”
“Absolutely not!” I popped back. “I’m not going without you.”
I missed my cousin’s wedding in Georgia, because Jeff simply couldn’t make the trip. The advice I received from a non-family member was that he was a big-boy and he could take care of himself for a weekend. I stood my ground that time, too, and refused.
I was terrified enough; always wondering each weekday, if that day would be the day. I can’t even imagine what would have become of me, if I had left Jeff for a weekend, and Jeff had left me forever that weekend.
I badgered my continued opinion. “You can sleep in the car on the way up, and back. It’s what you’d be doing at home, anyway.”
Jeff sat there, lips pressed, two cheeks puffed out.
I’m not even sure he was trying to come up with an argument, but in case he was, I enticed and cajoled. “You can pick the music.” I stated, with unarguable finality, “even if you’re gonna sleep through it all.”
That got a smile. “AC/DC, it is!” Jeff crowed.
“You realize, that’s not really napping music.” I conveyed; fair point.
“Yeaaahhhh,” he wheezed on purpose, followed by a sinister Mutly laugh.
“Maybe, I’ll bring Kid Rock, too. I can sleep through anythin’ and one of us has gotta stay awake for the drive!”
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