Like a pin to a balloon

Mike was in for maybe four hours last week, and most of that time he spent taking Wonderboy shopping for necessities for college. Babygirl went along as she loves shopping. I stayed home and washed Mike's clothes and made food for him to take out on the road. In short, I didn't see him much at all. He's on his way in now and I called to let him know we're in for a bit of weather, meaning snow, and ask when he thought he'd be here.

He hates snow. It's a hazard to him as he's on the road all the time and even if his truck isn't acting up on the snow, you never know how other drivers (cars and trucks) will react to the conditions. It's a real pain for him, and that's putting it extremely lightly. I wanted to give him the heads up so he'd be prepared. When I saw the forecast calling for 1-2" tonight and 2-4" tomorrow, I was excited. NOT for the snow, but because if we're in for bad weather it's a guarantee that Mike will come home. It's like Murphy's law in that he abhors it so of course that's what he'll get when he gets home. I was telling him that when I saw the weather I knew for sure he'd be coming in and I couldn't wait to see him. That's when he said,

'...if I could switch this load out with someone and head back south, I'd do it...'

Like a pin to a balloon, I tell ya.

I know him well enough to know that he didn't mean he doesn't want to see us, but still. It didn't feel good to hear it, even if I do understand what he meant or why he said it. 'Twas like a big vomit of BLARG all over my afternoon. I should add that he's sick, too. Could be an allergy thing as he went from Iowa to California to Texas in the last few days. Lots of different climates and that's going to take its toll from time to time.

Oh wells.

I'm going to boil my chicken today and get it deskinned and deboned so I can make broth from the bones and then make dumplings tomorrow. Hopefully that'll help him feel better. Thinking about making biscuits this afternoon so we can do sausage, egg and cheese biscuits for breakfast. That would be da bomb!