Coach just sent me this picture of the view of his hotel room. In Reno. He is there taking a class. He teaches classes and gets paid sometimes. This isn't one of those times.
Lately I have been wondering what it would be like to be 'him.' It would certainly suck to bear the weight as the breadwinner for this crew. That would translate to a lot 'o babysitting for moi. Anyway, aside from the salary issue - there have been a few things that have cropped up recently that have given me pause. It is either pause, or a serious headache - I choose to pause. And take deep breaths.
#1. On Tuesday, I arranged for the kids that typically get picked up last (life 4:15) from my little babysitting service to be collected before 4:00. I wanted to make it to Curly's girls' 7th grade home basketball game 5 blocks away at 4:15. Zach's mom, who usually arrives to grab her 16 month old by 3:40 latest, didn't show up until 4:01. I raced out the door, as soon as it was polite.
After the game, I called Coach to touch base. It was going to be a 'who-is-getting-who' kind of night. Reggie plays on the boys' 7th grade team, so when the girls are home the boys are away. Coach was leaving Reg's game to go home and grill dinner. This away game was like a mile and a half from our house. Coach informed me that Reg was required to stay for a scrimmage that the coaches had arranged for their bench warmers. Reg wouldn't play, but that meant someone had to go back and pick him up after the bus brought him back to our school.
Swell. One more thing.
I told Coach that I still needed to vote, and I needed to get to the bank. That's when I head Coach say, 'Oh, shit!' What? Are you getting pulled over, I inquired. No, he wasn't. That's definitely more my speed. (Get it?!).
My husband was 'Oh-shitting' the fact that he had gone to the bank earlier - as in, the SAME FLIPPING DAY. What?! Now that Coach gets checks in the mail for teaching, he occasionally deposits them himself at the bank. (I was chatting with Coach's former-and-desperately-missed-office-manager and she told me that we could be depositing these checks with our phones. Now I fear that Coach and I have turned into my parents. We are not keeping up with technology). Prior to Coach's new interest in depositing his checks, I was the sole bank-goer. Why, oh why, had he not asked me if I needed anything from the bank? Like, I don't know, CASH!!!
The Midwest Irish dancing championships are approaching and I am springing for private lessons for Curly left and right. I don't exactly like to share with Coach how costly these extra lessons are, so I suppose it was just as well.