Fuckups are bad.
Note to self: Communicate plans more.
My original plan for today was going to look something like this: My boyfriend, Zack, was going to get here around 6:00, we would get into Archdale sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 at the latest to move over the rest of my stuff into the shed at mom's place. We then were going to spend some time with my family, then Zack and I were going to go back to my apartment for the night. Then mom was going to meet us at my apartment, and we were all going to go to the airport for a sending off.
So here's what just happened.
Zack's at work, and all his night-shift employees called in sick, so he was going to be stuck there. Now, I have no way of telling my mother this, so he calls her and says he's working and is unable to come and get me and the rest of my stuff. So she comes to Greensboro to pickup the rest of my stuff. Not everything was going to fit in her car -- I knew this, which was why I wanted Zack to come and finish.
Problem is, my mom had a different idea. She thought I was going to spend the night there. She had a big dinner planned and thought we were going to spend the night there chilling and playing Guitar Hero (her words).
I'm freaking out, crying, some typical Erica stuff, and all in all, I felt horrible. She'd planned all that out for me, and I wasn't planning on spending the night there at all.
We straightened everything out, though. There's one more box to get over there, so Zack and I have to get up bright and early to be down there by 8:00. Also, we realized that if this is the worst that happens to us, then we're probably doing really, really well.
Anyway, I'm going to stretch out here and throw a load of jeans into the laundry so I can take them with me.
Tomorrow's the big day! I need to clear my head and calm myself down. Things are going to be all right.
My original plan for today was going to look something like this: My boyfriend, Zack, was going to get here around 6:00, we would get into Archdale sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 at the latest to move over the rest of my stuff into the shed at mom's place. We then were going to spend some time with my family, then Zack and I were going to go back to my apartment for the night. Then mom was going to meet us at my apartment, and we were all going to go to the airport for a sending off.
So here's what just happened.
Zack's at work, and all his night-shift employees called in sick, so he was going to be stuck there. Now, I have no way of telling my mother this, so he calls her and says he's working and is unable to come and get me and the rest of my stuff. So she comes to Greensboro to pickup the rest of my stuff. Not everything was going to fit in her car -- I knew this, which was why I wanted Zack to come and finish.
Problem is, my mom had a different idea. She thought I was going to spend the night there. She had a big dinner planned and thought we were going to spend the night there chilling and playing Guitar Hero (her words).
I'm freaking out, crying, some typical Erica stuff, and all in all, I felt horrible. She'd planned all that out for me, and I wasn't planning on spending the night there at all.
We straightened everything out, though. There's one more box to get over there, so Zack and I have to get up bright and early to be down there by 8:00. Also, we realized that if this is the worst that happens to us, then we're probably doing really, really well.
Anyway, I'm going to stretch out here and throw a load of jeans into the laundry so I can take them with me.
Tomorrow's the big day! I need to clear my head and calm myself down. Things are going to be all right.