How will we eat? How will we sleep? How will we wipe our butts? How will we ever survive without our parents being home? News flash! Both of us are on the verge of thirty! I don't even live with my parents when they are home. Somehow, I eat, sleep, and wipe my butt on my own everyday without them. Nick, on the other hand, I'm not so sure. Whether he can actually survive or not, he should be able to by now. He should at least try! So, my grandmother's constant hounding is only holding him back.
Luckily for Nick, he left for a business trip yesterday. Unlucky for me, Grandma's level of panic has increased tenfold. My ring tone is my favorite song on the radio right now, Hey Soul Sister by Train. I never thought I could get sick of hearing it. My grandma has taught me that I can! I hear the song and I start to cringe as I look at my phone.
Don't answer, right? Well, that would work, but I am the only one around. What if she really does need me? I fear that when she calls she may really need me and I won't be there. If anything happened I could never live with myself. I do love her, ya know!
Anyways, back to Nick. So, my grandma's helpless little grandson is in Virginia all by himself for two weeks. After convincing my grandmother not to worry too much, I got a phone call from my brother. He was doing well, so far, three hours into his trip. Still high on the confidence I had just exuded to my grandmother about Nick being there and being able to take care of himself, he dropped a bombshell.
"Can you call me in the morning to wake me up?"
What? Are you serious? Use an alarm clock!! The real problem, my mother wakes Nick up in the morning. I was his fall back. I guess I could do this for him, even though I think by 29 he should know how to use an alarm clock.
So, when I did call Nick this morning, he answered with a groggy, "Hello." I told him to get up and to not fall back to sleep. He hung up on me. Hopefully, he made it where he needed to go on time!
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