The girl who cried wolf
Feb. 24th, 2015 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve_primePostdated because I forgot to post this yesterday…
Yesterday evening I was rushing about trying to fit a bunch of work plus a gobbled-down dinner into about three hours, when D. suddenly wanted me to drive him to/from pep band because one of his close friends “really needed to talk to him” there. He offered to ride the bus, but that would have messed up his own list of things he needed to fit into the evening, so I decided that driving him would make more sense, even though it was going to eat up 45 minutes of my three hours. I have to say, I wasn’t thrilled when it turned out she didn’t actually need to talk to him; she was just making it up to get what she wanted. Grrr.
Yesterday evening I was rushing about trying to fit a bunch of work plus a gobbled-down dinner into about three hours, when D. suddenly wanted me to drive him to/from pep band because one of his close friends “really needed to talk to him” there. He offered to ride the bus, but that would have messed up his own list of things he needed to fit into the evening, so I decided that driving him would make more sense, even though it was going to eat up 45 minutes of my three hours. I have to say, I wasn’t thrilled when it turned out she didn’t actually need to talk to him; she was just making it up to get what she wanted. Grrr.