Short Entry!

I'm determined to keep this entry short. Not sure how exactly to do that, but I will try nonetheless.

Yesterday morning I woke up absolutely sure that it was Wednesday. I don't know why, exactly... I just did. So I spent the morning depressed because Quinn had left before I had awakened, and wasn't gonna be back until noon, then would have all of 45 minutes to leave for work.

At noon he wasn't home.

I double checked the school schedule. Yep. Wednesdays his last class was out by 11:30.

At 12:30 he wasn't home.

My phone is dead, so whoever is running around carries his phone... so I didn't have a phone.

At 12:45 I was starting to panic. He had 15 minutes to be at work, he should have been home 40 minutes earlier, I was absolutely helpless as far as contacting him to make sure he was okay goes.

I started calculating how badly he could be hurt if he were in an accident. (The roads weren't the greatest) I was expecting his best friend to come to the door at any second to tell me he was in the hospital. I laughed at myself and said that I was being hyper emotional 'cause I'm all hormonal from being pregnant.

1 o'clock. Still no Quinn. Trying not to cry, even though I had no real reason *to* cry.

1:15 he bounced in the front door, perfectly happy and normal. I pretended I was fine, and asked if he needed anything ironed to get him off to work.

He looked at me really funny.

"Why on earth would I go to work today?"

"Are you taking a sick day?"

"It's Tuesday."

I felt really stupid.

Really really stupid.

Oh well. Life happens.