So, on Wednesdays, I take Mamu to school so Jason can go to work early and come home to get Mamu, so I can go with Bebe to dance. Auntie is so fabulous and takes Bebe to dance for me and then I meet Bebe at dance to bring her dinner on her break.
Since Jason usually doesn't pick up Mamu, I begin to panic and think that he's forgotten Mamu.
That's when the panicking starts.
I usually send a happy little reminder text; something like "You are picking up Mamu, right?" 'Cause you know if you put a question mark, you're bound to get an answer, right?
Well, you get an answer if that person has their phone on 'ring' instead of 'silent'.
So, no answer. No biggie, right? He's a big boy. Jason can remember to pick up his own flesh and blood.
Except, maybe he forgot.
Or, maybe he's in an accident, is unconscious, and the paramedics don't know to call me.
Or, maybe he's stuck in traffic, lost his phone, and can't get to Mamu in time.
Or maybe, he's been kidnapped and held hostage.
Or maybe, he's stuck in the elevator at work, and can't get cell reception to call me.
The list goes on. Yes, I realize these are illogical and most likely won't happen (except maybe the forgetting part) but I still think these things.
So then, I start calling. AND I get sent to voicemail. I can't leave a voicemail each time, you know, because that would be neurotic... So I leave voicemails in my head. They go something like this:
"Um, Hi, just making sure you got Mamu. Call me back."
"Um, dear? Are you able to get Mamu? Are you in an accident?"
"Jas? Have you gotten sold into human slavery and I need to get Mamu?"
"Umm, are you unconscious?"
"So, um, like, are you, um, alive?"
Yes, these are several things I think and don't utter aloud. Partially because I think Jason would have me committed if he had them as proof I was crazy. I mean, he knows (and admits) that I'm a tad neurotic, but he still (thankfully) loves me.
I have been known before to call Mamu's school to make sure he's been picked up. Ms. V (who usually answers the phone when I make these slightly neurotic calls) laughs and reassures me that Mamu is safely with Jason. I'm sure I make her night - I'm glad I can help out.
I didn't call his school tonight though! (I was 5 minutes away from calling and Jason called to tell me that he is a responsible person and he would take care of our son. - in the nicest way possible - you know like the text says "Just like when you ask me to take out the trash; I drive 3 mph slower each time you text; I'm now driving at 17 mph..." He was just joking. He was at a gas station. So technically, he wasn't driving at all.
So, I like to be in control when it comes to my kids. I have issues. I own it. I'll try to work on it. (except now, I've told Jason I can't handle it anymore and I'll just pick Mamu up on Wednesdays.) That's working on it, right?
Here's the cutenesses that I go gaga for!
