It's Sunday afternoon. 4pm. This picture depicts the current cause of anxiety in my household. Now a direct hit to Naples, my husband and I have family there. They chose not to evacuate before Hurricane Irma made its way across the Florida Straight.
“Have you talked to your parents?” I ask for probably the fifth time. “Nope, not yet. Seriously, Meg, you need to wait for them to call us,” he replies (also for the fifth time). Noticing my frustrated expression, he adds, “I’m sure your Dad’s fine too.”
Over the past week, we’ve gone back and forth with each of our parents over their plans to deal with the impending storm. Our get-out-of-town propaganda was promptly ignored, as we were outvoted. Every cell in the body wants to scream, “Do what I want you to do!” But at some point, the heart surrenders...
Clark: Can I refill your eggnog?
Get you something to eat?
Drive you out to the middle of nowhere?
Leave you for dead?
Cousin Eddie: Oh, I'm doing just fine, Clark.
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
My Dad's got this saying that he pulls out when he wants to call somebody a "know-it-all" without actually saying as much. "She's sure gotta lot of answers right now," he'll comment with a shake of the head. I grin on the inside thinking about it. I know for fact he's said that about me at some point or another. The thing is, I don't think any of us actually realize when we're being "know-it-alls" until after the fact. So, in recognition that I am first person in the guilty-as-charged line, this week, I present:
How to know when you've "gotta lot of answers".
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.