Drama

I received a late evening (9 PM for us) call last night. That does not sound late to most people these days, but, for my "old school" husband, it is. Has anyone else ever noticed that calls after 9 PM and before 8 AM are rarely good news? At least for my generation. 

This call was no exception. It was an alert to be aware of impending DRAMA. Totally uncalled for, unnecessary, and exhausting drama. Drama that I refused to get into last night. I may need to help address this issue, but I will do it at a normal hour. Better yet, I will get my ever efficient and logical sister to address it. 

I am already dreading an event that may well turn into a "dramafest." I will do what I need to do. My parents reared me properly. There are duties and occasions which I will not shirk, despite personal misgivings. 

I truly feel sorry for people who see drama is a way of life. A way to stay in the spotlight. A way to feel important when other aspects of their lives are less than satisfying. 

One of my favorite sayings is "Save the drama for your mama."  

I don't want it.