The benefits of disengagement
The whole Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys mantra.
It’s late morning/early afternoon. DH and I are sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, listening to music, and of course, being entertained by the littles before he heads off to work. He closes the restaurant tonight, which means he will be home super late. Like midnight or later.
I notice he’s active on his phone. No biggie, but I notice he’s more active than usual when it comes to receiving texts in regards to employees calling out sick, food delivery truck hasn’t arrived yet, etcetera.
Then the bomb drops.
Skid wants to spend the night tonight (again - DH closes, so that’s a big ‘ol NOPE inside my head). Per skid, the in-laws are traveling a state over to evacuate Drunk BIL from his apartment, because they can no longer support his unemployable arse. Oh joy. DH informs me that skid doesn’t want to be in said city,state for 48 hours with her grandparents.
I think to myself, oh bummer... /sarcasm.
So, DH is texting back and forth. Turns to me, putting on his best smiley face, and says “Well... (blah blah blah, static fuzz),” really trying to sell me on this idea.
With a grey rock face I smile and say “Hmmm. That’s unfortunate.”
DH’s phone continues to buzz every few minutes and it’s glorious. I have skid blocked, so no dice if you’re trying to contact me, princess.