Friday, April 23, 2010

mawwiage.

Sam took a little solo hiking and camping trip yesterday and today, and climbed 7 mountains in 2 days (seriously). He needed and deserved it and went with my blessing. BUT... I expected him at lunch time, and he didn't come home, and he didn't come home, and I had no idea if he was lost, hurt, cold, dead, asleep, hungry or just being a bad husband. I was really starting to worry, and wonder how I was going to start the search and rescue operation, and how I was going to raise two kids alone (and these were my actual thoughts) how I was going to live without him, how I was going to run 18 miles in the morning without him here, who I was going to call first when he didn't show up, what time I was actually going to officially start freaking out (7:30, I decided), and when I was going to call his parents to let them know. I also thanked the lord that we just officially got life insurance last week. I was feeling so so sorry for my poor widowed self, when finally, he pulled in at 5:35 pm. And then I wasn't feeling tender or worried anymore; I was just mad. Isn't that the way?

And then? We kissed and made up and all is well, after I gave him the "how hard is it to call me? routine (the man refuses to have a cell phone). And then we got pizza because I'm carbing up for my run tomorrow and didn't feel like cooking (too worried!), and while I was on the phone with Suzanne, he ate the last two pieces of my pizza (a greek, with chicken, really good). And so I showed him this, which is exactly how it feels sometimes to be married to Sam who eats all the good stuff before I can get to it, and who never calls me to say he's on the way home.



This is really just exactly the kind of thing that Sam and I find to be funny, and we laughed our heads off, and all is well, and I'm very glad to have him here with his blistered feet and very adorable wind-swept, sun-burned face, and there are so many things I don't have to worry about now that he is home safe.

11 comments:

Kirsten said...

Ran seriously freaks me out like this all the time. I ought to expect it, but I always go through the, 'what are we going to do now?" routine when he's late. He, on the hand, has a cell phone. His problem is that he seems to hurt them as the newer version is released. I just can't fathom Sam not having a cell phone. Wasn't it you that had some kind of kid emergency and you had to call swimming pools looking for him?! Men.

Emilie@onemominmaine.com said...

yes! that was when I was at the ER with Reed and his dislocated elbow, so Sam got some message that had traveled through 3 people that said: "It's Reed! Go to the ER!" That's what he gets! (there is no point in me getting him a cell phone. he doesn't even answer our home phone.

Kirsten said...

Oh my god and that poster is hilarious. I want a 16x20 in our kitchen.

www.slorunnermom.com said...

Oh this picture is so funny! I had to show it to my 17yo daughter who also laughed out loud!

... said...

"and wuv, twoo wuv wiw fawwow you forewver..."
xx teka

SNW said...

WHICH SEVEN?! Where can you camp before 5/15? Inquiring minds!

Emilie@onemominmaine.com said...

steph... black woods is open (and empty, apparantly). he climbed penobscot and 4 others yesterday(not sure) and then dorr and cadillac today. we're going on sunday too, with kids... any suggestions for kid friendly peaks? we thought Beech or Acadia.

Michelle said...

Oh my goodness tooooooooooooo funny!!!!! I was sitting here for I don't know how long trying to figure out your title to the post and it just hit me like a pizza roll to the face! THE PRINCESS BRIDE!!!!!

"He didn't say true love he said true blave which as we all know doesen't make any sense!!"

"Liaaaaarr, Liaaarrr!!!"

Oh I could go on and on :)

Have a great run! I've got to do 10 this weekend and thought that sounded hard till I saw you need to do 18. Sheesh! If the thought of all of you synching your schedules to run 18 doesn't keep me going when it gets tough I don't know what will!

xo

Kerrie T. said...

Dude. I still cannot live down the 3:30 a.m. phone call to my husband who was out with friends and WHO DID NOT CALL TO CHECK IN, and when he finally answered and I screamed, "Where the F are YOU?!" And his best friend heard and now that still comes back to haunt me when we're all out to dinner...ugh.

SoulSister said...

My man and I got a very SERIOUS laugh out of the "I'll shoot you in your stupid face" poster!!!!

sandra kress photography said...

first of all I am so happy to have just discovered your blog. really great. in the case of the tardy-partner-who-eats-all-the-good-food, I very sadly can soooo relate. and trust me a cell-phone isn't always the answer because when they don't pick-up for hours on end it just confirms the fact that they are lying dead on a road-side, their cell lying crushed under a semi. and though we don't have life insurance I keep an acct in the US, that olivier refers to as the "when I die acct" that we are not allowed to touch.
and all i have to say about missing out on all the good eats- learn to eat fast and horde. the french are notoriously fast eaters so it's like survival of the fittest and/or shrewdest around here.
and i too want a copy of that poster.