102.9

I had Book Club last night.  I love Book Club.  I love it for my one guaranteened girls' night a month.  I love it for the women who are in it.  I love it for the conversations we have -- about the books (yes, there is some talk of the books), about life, about kids, about who we are and who we aren't.  I love it because we are all flawed and imperfect and getting to ages where we are okay with that.  I love it because we've all lived a lot of life over our lives and over the past several year we have been a Book Club.  I love it because I get to see differing viewpoints about all kinds of things and think about them (even if I don't like them).  But again, I love it because, above all, it's my one night a month of guaranteed girl time, and that is a sanity boost.

So, again, I had Book Club last night.  And after a few months of a decent amount of stress and anxiety and broken major appliances and illnesses, it was just what the doctor was ordering.

It was a great Book Club.  I felt reconnected and rejuvenated at the end.  I adore my girlfriends.

And as I was leaving, I picked up my cell phone and I saw the following text from Brian:

"102.9.  How can you stand this crap?"  (and I immediately thought back to him, as we were mopping up sewage, saying "Why can't we get a break?!")

And my heart sank.  I had noticed that Eli was cutting some molars and worried that he might have another ear infection to go along with it.  And it appeared to be happening.  As I said goodbye to the last four girls, I was about to lose it.  I just had had enough.

As my friend Julie drove, I called Brian:

Me: Hey.  How's Eli? (read that with an appropriate deflated tone in your voice)

Brian: Um...fine?  Sleeping.  Why?

Me: Oh, isn't it him?

Brian: What are you talking about?

Me: Who has the fever?

Brian: What the hell are you talking about?

Me: Your text.  'One-oh-two-point nine..."

Julie: (pipes up) Oh my god, the radio station!

And we all start laughing hysterically.  You see we have a bit of a battle at our house.  I like to switch over to Christmas music, well, with the first radio station who will do it which was about this week.  And Brian?  He's a purist.  Not until after Thanksgiving.  But he had to drive my car last night and got in and the radio station (the one in town that has switched, 102.9) was on.  And he drove for 20 minutes and only heard commercials.  And he, the guy who only listens to public radio had evidently had enough.  And sent me the aforementioned text.

Nope, no fevers.  No bad karma.  Nothing.  Just commercial radio annoying him.

So we escaped Thursday unscathed.

But tonight.  Oh yeah, both big boys have pink eye.

Ah well, we tried.