I barely slept at all last night. I kept going over and over in my head what in the world I could say that could make this whole thing better.
I drove to work with a knot in my stomach. And feeling like I needed to pull over and barf. There were two ways this could go - really well, or really horribly.
I was over in her building when she pulled up, and I caught her as she was walking in the door and asked if she had a minute to talk. I think she was really surprised, so we went back to her office and I shut the door.
It went well. Really well. She has thanked me twice for coming to talk to her so we could clear the air. And I ate a big old hunk of crow and took ownership of what I'd done. But I also let her know that I care about her and the kids a lot, and I think that's what helped her realize that I acted out of good intentions and not an intent to hurt or embarrass her.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. And maybe hers, too.
We are off to the Land that Time Forgot, a.k.a. my parents' house for the weekend. Or at least until Sunday when we have a cookout that night and Joey has golf plans with some of the Badasses early Monday morning.
Tomorrow, we'll be headed to Blacksburg for the first home game since the shooting. Emotions around these parts are really raw right now since the committee report came out yesterday and basically said that Tech screwed up that day, big time. So it will be interesting to see what the atmosphere on campus is like tomorrow. I get chills just thinking about it.
I guess I better get back to work. Later, gators.