Jason called from work that he had a migraine. When we first moved to the area he was working downtown Dallas, and I told him that if he was going to get a job working there he’d have to find a way home himself when he had a migraine–and I wasn’t kidding! But now he works in Fort Worth which isn’t as bad, but our van was in the shop, so there really wasn’t anything I could do. He was driving home, he said.
I didn’t know what he would want for supper or if he’d be eating at all so I decided to wait until I saw how he was to decide. The kids are easy to cook for. I wouldn’t need a big meal if Jason wasn’t eating. We waited, and waited, and waited, but Jason never got home. I tried to call both his work number and his cell number several times. I was beginning to have visions of him in an accident on the side of the road somewhere.
What was I going to do? I went to try to call him again, but my phone was out of charge. The charger was in our bedroom where I had left it the night before. As I walked back there, something moved. I jumped flailing my arms wildly and screaming as if trying to break the mirrors. There was a man in my bed! It was of course…Jason! The stinker had arrived home, slipped inside unannounced, and climbed into the covers without me or any of the kids seeing him! A simple, “Honey, I’m home,” would have been awesome! He must have been there over an hour as I worried about him! And poor thing there he was with a migraine, and I had to go shrieking at him. Ha ha!
Yes, our van is in the shop AGAIN! Hopefully it will run well for more than a month or two before we have to take it back in again!