I wonder why it is that ev-er-y time I go out of town without the hubby, it is impossible to get him on the phone? I am merely trying to check in, let him know I made it in safely, and tell him I love him---the usual drill. But as usual, he is nowhere to be found when I arrive after eight long hours of driving (or riding).
Fortunately for me, I am not concerned that he is out doing body shots off butt-naked freaks. That's not his stilo---he would never do body shots, but his freaks would serve a mean Amaretto Sour, though! No. He is somewhere sans cell phone and doing something totally constructive (like cleaning or studying or exercising) and has not thought about the fact that I am pulling my hair out with worry over his whereabouts! And when he finally calls (which will be before he goes to bed and when it finally occurs to him that he hasn't heard from me), he'll call and enjoy a private laugh at my expense for ever worrying at all.
Now to his credit, I did leave him a voice message ... and an email the moment I arrived at my well-appointed condo in Orlando (which I'll blog about later). I updated Twitter and Facebook, so it's more than possible that he is well aware that I arrived safely. But that's not the point. I need to know that he is all right! I need to be assured that he will somehow manage to feed himself and get to and from work without me. I know. It's not like I am all that helpful with those endeavors any other day, but every married person reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about! Plus, since I am the woman, I know for a fact that if the shoe was on the other foot, he would be beside himself for not being immediately available to him when he called me. But that's another ball of wax.
Oh well...I guess I will just have to continue to stalk him on all his numbers, suffer his mild irritation when I finally reach him, and try not to sound too exasperated when I get to him. I'll simply say, "Hey, Sweetie! Whatcha been doing? I miss you and love you." He'll answer my questions and ask me a few cursory questions of his own. We'll nonchalantly end the conversation as if we'll wake up next to each other in the morning.
And then we'll dance this dance again. Tomorrow.
