Yes it’s true.
Mr. Right saves lives.
Sometimes.
I try not to bring it up too much to keep his head a manageable size.
However, his parents can be proud.
And now the real story can begin:
A long time ago and thirty minutes away, Mr. Right would work nights then come home and sleep while I kept the kids quietly, trembling in the far corners of the house.
On occasion I was known to scream, “BE QUIET! Your father is sleeping!”
So we switched things around a little and now when Mr. Right works nights he sleeps at the hospital afterwards until it’s safe for him to drive home. (Safe for the children I do mean.)
This morning we had to adjust protocol.
The Princess had an early morning doctors appointment. Plan? Mr. Right take a little nap at work then come home by 9:30am.
This way, while I was gone, he could sleep….I mean take care of the twins here at home.
Except at 9:30 Mr. Right didn’t come home.
At 9:45 I rolled my eyes and loaded The Princess AND the twins into the big blue love of my life and called Mr. Right enroute.
“Hello?” he said with a groggy voice.
Hello. Can you tell me where this doctor’s office is located?
(Notice no mention of his absence?)
“Well – you’re appointment isn’t for another 25 minutes. Are the twins with you?
(On his part - notice no mention of how he overslept and how too, he’s nowhere near home. Also notice how he cleverly tried to distract me with the obvious?)
I was relentless, But I still need to know where I’m going.
“Uh…OK…I’ll look it…Uh…I’ll call you right back.”
He called me back while I was whiling away my extra minutes with three children in a drug store. I bought peach lip gloss and clearance heart candy to use towards bribes later.
Then we went to the appointment.
We were the first customers there.
Apparently that doesn’t matter because thirty minutes later, with a crowded waiting room there were no less then eight other patients being seen before us.
I was attempting to entertain my brood with a Family Fun magazine, when in he walked.
Oh so fine, my man in his wrinkled scrubs he’d been wearing for at least 15 hours. One of the few times in my life he’s completely surprised me.
Well hello! I smiled, Why are you here?
“I came to get the twins. I didn’t want you to have to do this* with them.”
Well honey, if you need to sleep I’m OK having them.
(Kill ‘em with kindness…that’s what Grandpa Prince always says.”
“Uhm…no.” And then, my hero applied the ultimate distraction, “I got a Thank You gift basket today.”
Huh? What? Why?
“Well, for saving someone’s life.”
Oh – thaaaat. You’re still in trouble buddy.
(I’ve a cold, cold heart.)
But then I reconsidered and asked…What was in it? Chocolate?
He tantalized me with a “something good” response. “And I saved it for you.”
I looked at him. He gathered up the twins.
OK fine. He’s off the hook.
And by the way, I get Thank you cards too.
Sort of.
*The Princess had to get an odd pod of flesh cut out of her back and sewn back up. By next week she’ll be back to normal.