a hit of something

As it starts to get closer to graduation, the Baby is getting more and more stressed. I have to wonder if she knows how easy she has it…

She is very extreme. Everything is a huge deal…Which is the complete opposite of my personality. Even when I should get worked up, I don’t. I’m hoping we’ll be able to balance each other out. Right now, she is constantly apologizing for being irritable and grumpy. I tell her that she can be in whatever mood she wants to be in with me. I know that things won’t always be good, so I don’t want to to have to be happy when she’s not.

There are two things she is stressed about right now.

The last tie she has to her mom is her cell phone. Her mom still has her as part of her family plan. It’s sweet because she’s not responsible for paying the bill, but it makes it more difficult for her to get anything done which is the situation she’s in now.

Her phone refuses to work unless it’s plugged into the charger. It’s been like that for at least the last 2 months. Her mom was supposed to go into a store and get her a new phone, but the people at the store talked her into buying a new battery.

Of course that didn’t work.

That was 2 weeks ago. The Baby insisted again on getting a new phone. Especially now that the phone has started to freeze in the middle of our conversations. She started to use an extra phone of one of her roomies, but when that phone was disconnected yesterday, her anxiety increased. Her anxiety came from the thought that she wasn’t going to be able to communicate with me.

I wasn’t concerned. I suppose I should’ve been? I just always feel like things will work themselves out. Besides it’s not like she won’t be able to leave base on Saturday to buy her own phone. It’s only a few days…

Her other source of irritation. My trip. Yesterday, I believed that I may not be able to come to her graduation at all. I’m up for this position that will be starting around the same time as her graduation, so my first thought was that I wouldn’t be able to come. The Baby started to whine about that one. I thought she was going to burst into tears.

Today I realized that I could still come. I couldn’t have my adventure on the train like I wanted because of time restrictions, but I can still make it…

I waited for her to call so I could tell her. She sounded tired. Completely worn out. About ten minutes into our conversation she asked me how I did it. Did what? She said that I calmed her down. She said she felt as though she’d taken a hit of something, like she was on drugs. Leave it to her to say something like that, but I appreciated the thought. Isn’t that how it’s suppposed to be?