Today is the first day of summer camp for the kids. I had an appointment for an educational evaluation for Riley, so Todd dropped them off. He said our girl bopped right in, introduced herself to new counselors, greeted ones she knew like they were old friends, initiated conversation, and was 100% bubbly tween adorable.
Walking in the house from my appointment he tells me all this, and we sit at the kitchen table, chit-chatting happily about the morning.
Todd goes up to take a shower (he works evening today) and the phone rings. Caller ID says it’s the camp.
The wind is sucked out of my sails. Son of a bitch.
Todd sees it on the caller ID on the phone upstairs. He runs downstairs to listen in as I answer the phone.
“We got too cocky,” is what he said he was thinking.
It’s the camp’s administrative office. They overcharged us by $94.00 and would it be okay if they wrote us a check, because they delete the credit card info after transactions occur and no longer have it on file to credit our account.
The lady on the line has no idea the heart attack she has just induced.
Yes, please, send us $94.00.
That would be great.
I hang up.
We meet each others eyes and release our breath.