SO having had a particularly rough stepparent week, I approached my boss and asked her if I could leave work a bit early. I explained that Tuesdays are the only day of the week that we have no kids, that I haven’t been sleeping much and that I could really use an hour or two to rest. She graciously agreed.
So, I headed home a bit early, feeling slightly guilty about how happy I was to be going home to no one, but not so guilty that it dampened my joy. I was exhausted – mentally and physically – and I just knew that about 60 minutes of peace and quiet would result in a whole new me ( or perhaps more accurately the old me.) I sat on the couch and had just turned on the TV looking for something slightly comedic and perhaps a little mindless, when I thought I heard a noise. I turned off the TV to get a better listen. Yes, definitely a noise, but where and what? Just then I heard keys in the door. I panicked. Without a lot of thought I headed for my bedroom. Mere moments later I realized I was not in fact being robbed, but in fact it was all of my stepkids and their bio mom.
Apparently, they had forgotten a few things and also wanted to show her changes to their rooms, so they swung by. But the bigger problem at this point was that I was now hiding in my closet and should I suddenly emerge, I am really not sure which of us would have been more shocked or frightened. So there I waited. and waited. and waited. Trying to be as quiet as I could since discovering each other after they had been in the house for a full 15 minutes would have been so much more awkward than discovering each other in the first minute or two. So, here I sat, a 40 year old woman – self-assured, accomplished, bright, charming – and yet hiding in my own closet for half an hour. I believe I have reached an all time low, or perhaps I hope I have, I’d certainly hate to get lower than that.