I’m now inspired to tell all of you why I am so tired today, and why I’m sipping on coffee instead of my normal caffeine free tea.
I have become one huge worry wart. That’s it.
You see, after I left JB’s gig last night around 10:00, on my 50 minute drive home, I had this overwhelming sense of women’s intuition that something bad was going to happen to him on his drive home.
My women’s intuition can be right-on at times. In fact, I had a dream that my sister-in-law was pregnant when she was only 4 weeks along and hadn’t told anyone. My women’s intuition told me that JB was the one.
Granted it has been wrong, but I try to listen to it. So when I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach last night as I pictured JB’s drive home at 2:30 am amongst all of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers, I felt like it shouldn’t be ignored.
Even though I thought my hubby might think I was being a freak, I called and left him a message on his cell phone, telling him about this feeling, and urging him to be extra careful on his drive home. I also asked him to leave his cell phone on, because I wanted to be able to get a hold of him if I woke up at 2 am and he wasn’t home.
Now so that you all don’t think I’m a complete freak, one of JB’s former band mates died in a car crash on his way home from a gig. I think I have a right to be concerned… JB worked yesterday from 8-5, then played in the band from about 8pm-2am. He’s then supposed to drive 40 miles home.
This is all such a new experience for me. I have all of my hopes and dreams wrapped up in this man, and it is my biggest fear that something will happen to him. Hence my paranoia.
I slept fitfully last night, waking up on the hour every hour. Finally, at 2 am, I woke up for the last time, and decided to call JB’s cell phone.
It went straight to voicemail, and my imagination started working overtime. I pictured him on the side of the highway…
After about a half hour, I heard his truck door shut, so I went to meet him at the front door.
I enveloped him in a hug, so unbelievably relieved.
Of course, the man thought I was being a freak. Evidently his cell phone battery had died hours before, so he never even got my message.
Thankfully, last night, my women’s intuition was way off. Unfortunately, that means that I couldn’t sleep until my man was safely tucked in beside me, so I’m really dragging today. I guess my consolation can be that he got even less sleep than me, so as tired as I am, he is moreso.
I have never been a worry wart, but now that I have someone in my life that is my everything, I’m sure this won’t be the last of my paranoia getting the best of me.
Ugh. I’m pitiful, aren’t I?