"Get up! Get up!" I shrieked.
I am not, normally, in the habit of shrieking. So unladylike.
But it was 5.55am and our flight was scheduled for 7am. We live 15 miles from the airport.
Under the circumstances, shrieking was acceptable. I thought.
It was very dark. Headless chickens indulging in a suicidal dance of indescribable intensity. Followed by a maniacal car journey peppered with threats of divorce, severing of the carotid arteries and panic filled silence.
I was all shrieked out.
We made it.
By the skin of our teeth.
But all, needless to say, was not sweetness and light on this, the beginning of our much anticipated "quality time" together.
Communication was down to "vision only".
Under normal circumstances, "vision only" is reserved for those times when everything that needs to be said has been said and further verbal communication is detrimental, and the option for the wise is to retreat in silence.
I can do this with a certain amount of grace.
GB is unable.
Sure, he can retreat into stony silence. But there is nothing graceful about it.
Especially if he feels guilty.
And GUILTY, m'lud, he was. Oh yes, VERY guilty.
The night before the much awaited journey, he enquired, authoritively, "What time shall I set the alarm for?" "I'll do it, if you like" I offerred, pleasantly. "No, no, I'll set my phone ... no need to set the clock .... you'll only be restless, wondering, is this the time the clock is going to go belly up and not go off!" This was accompanied by a rather, patronising laugh. I shrugged, "O.K. Set if for 4.45 then ... that should give us plenty of time".
He set the damn thing for 5.45.
Things could only get better.
14 comments:
AAIIIIII!!!!!!
I could feel some shrieks bubbling up in my throat JUST FROM READING THIS!!!
Sweetie? No jury in the world would have convicted you if you'd done him harm. I'm just saying.
It's ALWAYS lovely to have the high ground.
Oh yeah, my husband would do that too.
Exactly.
Only he would wonder why I was upset, and why I couldn't just forget it 2 seconds later. We made it didn't we?
After the bad beginning, I hope that the trip went well.
Very inauspicious. The trip could only get better, right??? Right??? At least you're back safely. You make no mention whether you brought GB and his faulty phone back with you...
Very inauspicious....so much like The Scot.
ditto all the comments above. Do hope he made it up to you and you had a marvellous time.
What is it about men that they can't set an alarm properly? Does it go along with the whole inability to change the toilet paper roll thing?
So familiar!
Gad I hate fraught rides to the airport, heart pounding, chest about to burst...
Thank you all for your comments.
Things did get better, much better.
Now if I could only catch up with myself and post about it!
You did hear the one about the other couple who were down to visuals only? He had a flight to catch the next morning, but damned if he was going to cave and ask her to wake him. So he wrote a note and left it on her night table. "Please wake me at 6:30 a.m."
Next morning he awoke in a panic at 8 a.m. to find a note on HIS night table. "It's 6:30 a.m. Get up!"
I giggled when I read this..and then scrolled down to your Wordless Wednesday - which made me shriek with laughter.
Very funny, Molly!
It appears that you have just lived through one of my worst fears! The rest of your time together can only get better.
Glad you made it. Traveling is indeed stressful under any cirsumstance, but waking up an hour later than planned doesn't bode well for a trip!
Funny. And slightly stressful too! Molly's story about the note was also hilarious.
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