While I was gone and The Husband took care of the kids, people thought that I had· divorced my husband
· been fired from my job
· had a mental breakdown
· joined the circus
Really, people? I have no juggling skills whatsoever. I am much better at ice-skating.The point is, it did not occur to these people to—I dunno—ask! As in, Where is MOV? Is everything okay? Is there anything I can do to help, like watch her kids for a few hours or weeks?
Instead, people just jump to conclusions. (And by the way, why is the phrase “jump” and not “slide” or “jog quickly”? It is “jump.” Maybe it should be “parachute to conclusions” or “skydive to conclusions with reckless abandon.”)So, now that I am back home, I have decided that I am going to be judgmental of people who decide to believe certain things about me without bothering to verify. I started yesterday. I was at Tall’s basketball practice sitting on the sidelines writing a few personal letters to some distant friends to let them know about my mom’s death. It felt too impersonal to notify them in an email.
I have some sad news to share: my mom died on October 29. I just wanted to—“I wish I thought to do that!” interrupted one of the basketball kids’ moms.
“Excuse me?” I looked up at her.“You are so smart to use this time to do your Christmas cards. You really have your act together. I wish I was you!”
I cried in the car on the way home.