Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Forgot my money

february 10 2009

I didn't make it to the parent's evening yesterday.

Even though I was in time, I didn't even arrive at the busstation, because about half the distance I realized I'd forgotten money. Unbelievable!
I had everything else: paper, pen, lipcare, but no money.

So that was it.

The school was mailed, and with a cup of coffee I sat on the couch for a short while, then started to do the dishes.

Not long after the girls arrived with their father, who had gotten them from balletlesson.

Not even two feet in the door, I heard he was angry.

Why? We'll never know.
Perhaps he saw his quiet evening going down the drain.
Which is an understatement, because the couch knows his but better than mine.

Dinner was almost ready for them, just needed to be warmed.
He even refused to do so, and when I was in the kitchen with my good clothes, he pushed me aside to make something for himself, so the girls had to wait for their food.

So maybe something at his work went wrong...

I hate trying to find excuses for someone who acts impolite and rude.

It took him quite a while before he was silent again, which made me feel that it was good I stayed at home.

Later in the evening the rain slashed down for a long time.
Imagine me staying there, waiting for the bus.
Lucky me after all?


  1. Sometimes there are just days like that. I just wish they didn't seem to last longer than the others.

  2. Wow, this is really powerful. I'm not sure if it's fiction or reality, but I'm not sure that I care...it's a beautifully written moment in time.

  3. I usually get out of my hubby what's wrong. The suspense would kill me :o)


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