Between a Rock and a Hard Place
This weekend I agreed to housesit for my father. Very simple. Oh, three-day weekend...I don't work...don't have school...yeah, I can housesit. No problem. In fact, if I worked and had school it would be less of a problem because...well...where else would I be?
Okay. So I let Cynthia know, and she says she might be able to come up for a day or two. That's cool, least I won't be warming the couch by myself. She then calls me to tell me she won't make it tonight because there's a car show she wants to go to with Robert. Sure. Fine. See you Saturday morning.
So far so good. She gets here Saturday, leaves Sunday afternoon.
Then Mom calls. By the way, iTunes is on random right now and decided to pick "Mother." Mom calls two days ago. My sister is flying in from Boston...tonight. Guess what she wants me to do. "Could you drive up, pick Jacqui from the airport, and come visit us for a while?" "No. I housesit." "Well, I'll be out of town to visit Jessica in LA." (Me, thinking, "Oh, great planner you are...you really think ahead, don't you?) "And her father is at home?" "Yes, but her flight gets in late." Another instance of Mom really thinking ahead. Then Mom comes up with a bright idea: "Why don't you pick her up and drive her to your house, have her stay the night, then meet Frank in Oakland in the morning." Me: "Sure, yeah, whatever" (just stop talking to me please...).
Then I think about it and it hits me. She wants me to meet Frank in Oakland...at about noon! Cynthia's coming in the morning! Grar! So I call Cynthia. She says she can turn up earlier in the morning and come with me for the drive. This, by the way, after Jacqui tells me that Mom thinks I'm not busy this summer because I'm "galavanting" around with Cynthia...who by the way still has school...and finals...
Jacqui's unhappy with the idea of coming to my place, so she calls her father. Who I presume told her I'm picking her up. So I said, "fuck this," and told her I'll pick her up and drive her all the way up.
So here's the new plan: I pick her up from the airport, drive her all the way up to Santa Rosa, then drive back early tomorrow morning. I will get to Santa Rosa around 1:30 am, maybe 2:00. Sleep five hours. Leave at around 7:00. So that I can meet Cynthia back here.
This is going to be fun...and will require lots of coffee. And when Cynthia gets here, all I will want to do is sleep. Oh well. She can watch a movie or something.
Okay. So I let Cynthia know, and she says she might be able to come up for a day or two. That's cool, least I won't be warming the couch by myself. She then calls me to tell me she won't make it tonight because there's a car show she wants to go to with Robert. Sure. Fine. See you Saturday morning.
So far so good. She gets here Saturday, leaves Sunday afternoon.
Then Mom calls. By the way, iTunes is on random right now and decided to pick "Mother." Mom calls two days ago. My sister is flying in from Boston...tonight. Guess what she wants me to do. "Could you drive up, pick Jacqui from the airport, and come visit us for a while?" "No. I housesit." "Well, I'll be out of town to visit Jessica in LA." (Me, thinking, "Oh, great planner you are...you really think ahead, don't you?) "And her father is at home?" "Yes, but her flight gets in late." Another instance of Mom really thinking ahead. Then Mom comes up with a bright idea: "Why don't you pick her up and drive her to your house, have her stay the night, then meet Frank in Oakland in the morning." Me: "Sure, yeah, whatever" (just stop talking to me please...).
Then I think about it and it hits me. She wants me to meet Frank in Oakland...at about noon! Cynthia's coming in the morning! Grar! So I call Cynthia. She says she can turn up earlier in the morning and come with me for the drive. This, by the way, after Jacqui tells me that Mom thinks I'm not busy this summer because I'm "galavanting" around with Cynthia...who by the way still has school...and finals...
Jacqui's unhappy with the idea of coming to my place, so she calls her father. Who I presume told her I'm picking her up. So I said, "fuck this," and told her I'll pick her up and drive her all the way up.
So here's the new plan: I pick her up from the airport, drive her all the way up to Santa Rosa, then drive back early tomorrow morning. I will get to Santa Rosa around 1:30 am, maybe 2:00. Sleep five hours. Leave at around 7:00. So that I can meet Cynthia back here.
This is going to be fun...and will require lots of coffee. And when Cynthia gets here, all I will want to do is sleep. Oh well. She can watch a movie or something.