Today was a long day. And after teaching, I had to rush to get Maddie and then pick up Luke because I had a therapist appointment at 4.
I’ve been kind of dreading this appointment all week, because, well, I’ve got nothing to report. I’ve not fulfilled my homework assignment and I actually haven’t even given it much thought. Partly this is because I’ve been super busy but it’s also because I believe I’m in denial (though I realize I left off a very important man from my men I’d like to date list. Ummm…hello Mr. Ira Glass. How could I have forgotten you? Just your voice makes me swoon when I turn on NPR. Mr. Glass, my dear, you MAKE me love NPR. You are hot, smart, and a million more things I’d like in my life. See…I’ve made some progress [denial]).
So when I ran into my therapist’s office, out of breath, he greeted me with a confused look and said, “We’re not scheduled to meet until next week.”
It’s amazing how often I mix up dates, but still, I was pretty relieved. After apologizing, I started walking out, when he stopped me and said, “But wait, how’s the homework assignment?”
Dammit. I wanted to melt into the floor. Fortunately, however, his properly scheduled patient came in right at that moment and I was able to scoot along.
Saved at the right moment. I’m super thankful for the reprieve and another week to come up with some serious excuses (Like: I’ve been sick. I’ve taken on an extra 6 classes and have no time. My boss is trying to kill me. I’ve moved into a nursing home to fulfill my life long commitment to the elderly and infirm. I think, however, these excuses/blatant lies will cause him to diagnose me as a paranoid psychotic. And that will definitely not help with my homework.)