Yesterday my husband and I got together during the lunch hour. Since the school schedule began, we've said our hellos and goodbyes in the driveway. This was a time out.
I picked him up from work and for the first minutes in weeks we were face to face, eyes open, talking. We discussed what we wanted to get out of the next hour. We shared our thoughts and feelings. We did some testing to make sure we were both on the same page with things.
"This is like a date," I exuberantly confessed to my husband, as I pulled my car into the Visitor parking space.
"This is a parent-teacher conference," he reminded me, "in a middle school, to discuss our son's behavior issues."
My corrupted romantic expectations splattered all over the linoleum-tiled hallway where a janitor sprinkled Emergency Clean-Up granules on the mess and swept it away. The embarrassing evidence of elation was publicly removed.
A wet residue of guilt for my misaligned gleefulness remained.
I picked him up from work and for the first minutes in weeks we were face to face, eyes open, talking. We discussed what we wanted to get out of the next hour. We shared our thoughts and feelings. We did some testing to make sure we were both on the same page with things.
"This is like a date," I exuberantly confessed to my husband, as I pulled my car into the Visitor parking space.
"This is a parent-teacher conference," he reminded me, "in a middle school, to discuss our son's behavior issues."
My corrupted romantic expectations splattered all over the linoleum-tiled hallway where a janitor sprinkled Emergency Clean-Up granules on the mess and swept it away. The embarrassing evidence of elation was publicly removed.
A wet residue of guilt for my misaligned gleefulness remained.
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3 comments:
A great idea how to get together when time is taken up with work. A good way how to express your feelings. Wonderful read.
Yvonne.
Hilarious! But romance and s** do fix everything. I understand the need.
Very funny!
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