Emotions

I was an emotional basketcase on Friday. I would go from angry to crying at the drop of a hat. It wasn't pretty. Then Saturday, I was pretty much a complete grouch. Brandon tried everything to make me smile. He bought me some new socks with chihuahuas on them because we have 2. Then he took me and the boys to a Christmas carnival. I was still Scrooge. I tried. I really did. But by Sunday, all I wanted was to talk to my brother. I just wanted a chance to hear his side. He knows me well. He knew I would be super angry for a few days then I'd calm down and want to talk to him. So, at 2:19 on Sunday afternoon, the phone rang. It was him. I was relieved, excited, sad, happy....everything all at once. The operator on the phone starts talking to me trying to explain how to either accept or deny the collect call. I listened attentively and couldn't understand the plain English he was speaking! I finally just took a guess and pressed #2. I waited for us to be connected. Then the phone clicked off. WHAT?! I guess in all my emotions, I didn't really pay attention too great. I called my grandmother just bawling. She told me that I needed to press zero. She assured me that when he called her she would let him know to try me again. I waited by the phone all afternoon and most of the night until 10:30pm. But, I never got another phone call from baby brother. I felt like I had really let him down. Can you believe that? After everything that's happened, I felt like I had betrayed him. Crazy. But I was so afraid that he would think I had denied that call. I talked to my aunt this morning and she told me she talked to him last night. She told him what happened and he promised that he'd call me again tonight. Tonight amid supper, homework, baths, and bedtime, I will be carrying the house phone around on my hip so I won't miss his call. And this time I will press zero.....