#91: Flexibility has to be my new middle name...

Another unexpected change of plans...

It turns out Robert's trip to India has been delayed. How long, I don't know yet. His boss told him yesterday at 4:45 PM that they can't afford to let him go to India when there are so many things that they need him for here. So now, Robert has to reschedule flights, hotel bookings, etc.

"I think they consider me their 'lucky talisman'," he said dryly. "They're convinced that they can't do the work without me looking over their shoulder."

I hid my irritation and anger with a smile. "It sucks to be indispensible sometimes, dosn't it?"

So it'll either be the last week of June OR the last two weekends in July. That screws up Robert's planned week of vacation on the 4th of July holiday. That also throws some doubt on my trip to New Jersey the 2nd weekend of July---I'm supposed to be meeting some on-line friends for the first time in real life...a bunch of supportive women. I REALLY needed this break, esp. after a supposed two-weeks all by myself with the kids.

"I know this is important to you," he said, "and worse comes to worse, I'll tell them the earliest I can leave is Sunday evening."

I only smiled. I understand he's trying to "make up" to me, but considering the tight scheduling then...I arrive from Newark Airport, then he leaves from Charlotte-Douglas...what if I ended up delayed or something?

"If I end up not going, you OWE me a weekend," I half-joked (though it wasn't really a joke).

Then he said something telling..."I know you really needed to go and be social with other women...it's a bit better then you going off in the car somewhere by yourself..." Um...like he's worried about me taking a solo excursion? What, does he think I wouldn't come back? Because honestly, nowadays, that's a tempting possibility. If I left, he'd lose free nanny and maid services. Not to mention a summer educator for his kids, his kids' chauffeur, and his bedwarmer. And God forbid he has to wash his own underwear or clean the kitchen floor!

All told, I really didn't care because I have no say in this matter of rescheduling his trip. That's all up to his bosses. And besides, the feeble attempt in making me FEEL as if I have a say just makes me pi$$ed beyond belief. I'm just a sounding board while he temporizes and organizes his thoughts aloud. And one who can listen even before a simple "Good morning...how did you sleep?" or "How are you feeling this morning?"

Holy crap, I must have some kind of on/off switch like a robot. "Hello, Robert, what are your thoughts today? And please, I need to hear every detail of your analysis, and the analysis of the analysis, and every justification of your decisions. And BTW, would you like hot coffee? And also, Michael's red marker got into the load of whites, so all your underwear is pink. And also, all my joints hurt like hell, but I know you won't/can't afford to take any days off, so I'll just push on through my day, thank you very much. Oh, and since you're just going to call me at 6 PM to tell me you're "stuck at work", I was thinking about actually taking the kids out and being social, how about that? Oh, you're done jabbering? Well, have a good day at work."

Married to a spouse with Aspberger's sucks. Being angry and lonely doesn't make it any easier. But I have to flexible and roll with the punches because if I don't, I swear they're going to haul me to the funny farm in a straitjacket.

Annie