My husband never fails to remind me that he lived over thirty years before he found me and did fine. (But when someone forgets one of his friend's or relative's birthdays - it's "my" fault.)
My husband got himself ready for work this morning. I usually pack his backpack and warm up the car to make life a little easier for him. He leaves the house at 6:45 a.m. comes home at 9:30 p.m. and then works an hour or more after he eats dinner at 9:45 p.m. And trust me - he isn't doing the Tiger dance unless he's doing it at his desk in the middle of a bank - because he is always at his desk and he wants to hold on to all the parts that God gave him.
This morning he left at 5:30. I was too tired to get up. I haven't been sleeping - Andrew has been having a hard time the last couple nights. This morning I woke up at 3:15 and really couldn't fall back to sleep so I laid in bed and dozed.
I asked if he was okay and needed any help at 5:15 and he said "no honey I'm okay". I reminded him to take his lunch (ziti) and I did hear the fridge open and close. I heard some other noises but I thought I was dreaming.
I get up at 6:30 and I notice a number of things - the paper* is still on the kitchen table (Bryan brings it in when he comes home from work at 4 a.m.), a wooden wall hanging is on the floor, Jim's pager is vibrating on the office floor, the Dorito's chip clip has exploded and bits of it are on the floor (related or not to Jim's departure is a mystery to me).....
I GoogleTalked with him this morning - I said, "you forgot your pager and paper, there is a wall hanging on the floor in the kitchen and the chip clip has exploded". He wrote back: "Yeah, AND my ziti opened up in my back pack and I just spent 15 minutes cleaning it out. The Z to the I to the M to the B." A second later, he wrote "There's ziti in my bag." "I'm a wreck without you."
I laughed so hard. There is a Phineas & Ferb episode where Candace gets squirrels in her pants and she sang this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OID7gA8fcaw. Andrew loves this show and so do we.
I told Jim that this experience is a blog entry for sure. He asked that I not use his real name. I said, "Don't worry James F. Hartin - I won't."
*My husband loves his Daily News - he is George Costanza and reads it cover to cover.