Dreaded Phone Call

I finally made the call, the call I had dreaded making for weeks. That sounds like the start of a really good novel doesn't it? Some high adventure or mystery book of fiction. But no, in my case this is Non-Fiction. I had to call the piano teacher to tell her that we were finding another teacher. That doesn't sound too hard, but this teacher is very intimidating. One time when Lindsey couldn't find her memorized piece of music for a recital she broke into tears and said the teacher wouldn't let her play if she didn't have it. And I dismissed her because surely it will be okay, the piece is memorized after all. I have only recently found that this fear is well founded, not easily dismissible. I know because I have awakened in the middle of the night, on several nights, dreading this call. The anticipation was horrible and I am no Donald Trump. I practically had to write out my explanation to keep my voice from breaking up. So, you can't imagine the thrill I had when her answering machine picked up. Prayers are answered. And then the horror when she answered over the machine. AHHHHHH! But I did it. I said things were a bit complicated, I may have implied without actually saying it that Daniel was being deployed, or in the hospital with stage 4 cancer, something that was taking over our lives and causing this need to simplify by having a teacher my kids can ride their bikes to (rather than me driving an hour round trip). That doesn't sound too bad right? After she drilled me a little bit and I told her when things settled down we may well come back to her as a teacher, I quickly thanked her and just as fast hung up and tried to recover. It is finished. And my heart rate is only slightly elevated now. Breathe.