Jun 06, 2009 15:25
Jade's graduating. Right now. Walking across the stage, getting her diploma, moving the fucking tassel from one side to the other. And where am I?
AT FUCKING HOME!
See, Gail said she'd drive me, no problem, but they weren't sure exactly when they were leaving. She said she'd knock on the door to my apartment when they got ready to go.
I went to a cycling/yoga class this morning, so I'm a little worn out. I wanted to finish the last few pages of the chapter I'm on in the book I'm reading. I stupidly laid down to read. Fell asleep. Woke up at 3:20. Graduation started at 3:00. I have no car. It's 3 miles away.
I have no missed calls, texts, or voicemails on my phone. I know she didn't knock because I wasn't that deeply asleep (I know because we currently have 3 dogs upstairs, and they're loud, and I was still aware of them while sleeping, so really I was only dozing). So apparently she just forgot me.
Which, OK, her daughter is graduating so she has shit on her mind, but like, if you say you're going to do something do it. I could have come up and hung out with them upstairs if I knew they were going to leave me.
Dammit.
My baby's graduating and I'm not there to see it.