“Mom, Barbara just called and I go to pick up my contacts tomorrow at one,” I said.
Dad often calls mom our secretary. She handles all my and dad’s appointments with a bulldog like tenacity and alacrity.
“Why didn’t she call me?” mom asked me all in a stir at me having accepted the appointment. “I am on your contact info. I go buy your groceries around that time tomorrow.”
Routines, I keep having to remember. Us obsessive compulsive people hate to have our routines disrupted. Any deviation from the norm sends us into a tailspin. I wish it could be easy and with mom just saying, “We’ll go get your contacts and then go get your groceries together.” It never is I fear.
Mom called Barbara back and changed the appointment and has since called me back twice worried “I can’t see my computer screen”.
“Maybe I did the wrong thing by changing the appointment to Friday,” mom said. “I am worried you can’t see now.”
I laughed and sighed. “Mom, I will be fine,” I reassured her. I really can see okay – just a little blurry, but okay. Just don’t tell mom that or we would really be in trouble and my phone would never quit ringing.