Before we begin, there are four things you need to know:
1) We watched the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy last night. I don't feel like I need to give you a SPOILER ALERT because the storyline has been all over the internet and we already knew what was going to happen before we watched it ourselves. So, I'm guessing you know what happens too. (Derek dies. In a car accident. After saving four other people. So much for karma.)
2) Our drive to and from work can be a scary one. No matter the hour, the highway is occupied by yahoo's of all sorts and you really, really have to be watching. For those who go too fast. Those who don't signal. Those who are texting. Those who make a last minute decision to take an exit. Yada. Yada.
3) I'm a worrier. Understatement.
4) In our relationship, we only call each other during "work" if there's an emergency or something important going on. Otherwise, we message and reply to the messages once we get a spare second. That being said, we ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS answer phone calls from each other during the work day. Even if we're in a meeting. Or teaching a lesson. Or talking to a parent. Because PHONE CALLS = IMPORTANT. It's our code.
Now let's start. The worst morning.
Phil's been acting as a site manager for the tournament happening on campus this weekend. When he left the house at 8:30 this morning, he said that he would call or text me when he arrived (just like he always does when he drives these Kuwait roads without me).
Well, 9 o'clock came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 9:30 came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 10:00 came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 10:20 came and went and.........I FLIPPED THE HECK OUT.
Because by this point, I had called at least five times without any answer.
AND HE ALWAYS ANSWERS.
After one ring, even.
Because phone calls are our code. And he knows to answer them.
But he didn't.
SO I FREAKED.
The FREAKING OUT looked like this: recruiting Kumari to take the girls, followed by automatic crying, followed by continual redial without success, followed by wondering how Meredith managed to stay so strong throughout this week's episode, followed by automatic BALLING, followed by messages to other people who might be on campus, followed by messages to the wives of other people who might be on campus, followed by asking Emily to WALK to school and see if his car was in the parking lot.............................
At 10:46, I finally got confirmation that he was, in fact, ALIVE.
Then I started crying even harder (so much so that no sound was coming out) because I was SO RELIEVED that he was safe.
Sigh.
Turns out his phone ran out of credit, so his Whatsapp messages didn't come through to me. And he had left his phone on silent and forgot to turn it back on this morning.
OY.
You'll be happy to know that I've only re-lived the experience a few more times today, evoking similarly dramatic outpourings of emotion. #superfun
Let's conclude with the best pictures from the worst morning:
1) We watched the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy last night. I don't feel like I need to give you a SPOILER ALERT because the storyline has been all over the internet and we already knew what was going to happen before we watched it ourselves. So, I'm guessing you know what happens too. (Derek dies. In a car accident. After saving four other people. So much for karma.)
2) Our drive to and from work can be a scary one. No matter the hour, the highway is occupied by yahoo's of all sorts and you really, really have to be watching. For those who go too fast. Those who don't signal. Those who are texting. Those who make a last minute decision to take an exit. Yada. Yada.
3) I'm a worrier. Understatement.
4) In our relationship, we only call each other during "work" if there's an emergency or something important going on. Otherwise, we message and reply to the messages once we get a spare second. That being said, we ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS answer phone calls from each other during the work day. Even if we're in a meeting. Or teaching a lesson. Or talking to a parent. Because PHONE CALLS = IMPORTANT. It's our code.
Now let's start. The worst morning.
Phil's been acting as a site manager for the tournament happening on campus this weekend. When he left the house at 8:30 this morning, he said that he would call or text me when he arrived (just like he always does when he drives these Kuwait roads without me).
Well, 9 o'clock came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 9:30 came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 10:00 came and went and I had yet to hear from him.
Then 10:20 came and went and.........I FLIPPED THE HECK OUT.
Because by this point, I had called at least five times without any answer.
AND HE ALWAYS ANSWERS.
After one ring, even.
Because phone calls are our code. And he knows to answer them.
But he didn't.
SO I FREAKED.
The FREAKING OUT looked like this: recruiting Kumari to take the girls, followed by automatic crying, followed by continual redial without success, followed by wondering how Meredith managed to stay so strong throughout this week's episode, followed by automatic BALLING, followed by messages to other people who might be on campus, followed by messages to the wives of other people who might be on campus, followed by asking Emily to WALK to school and see if his car was in the parking lot.............................
At 10:46, I finally got confirmation that he was, in fact, ALIVE.
Then I started crying even harder (so much so that no sound was coming out) because I was SO RELIEVED that he was safe.
Sigh.
Turns out his phone ran out of credit, so his Whatsapp messages didn't come through to me. And he had left his phone on silent and forgot to turn it back on this morning.
OY.
You'll be happy to know that I've only re-lived the experience a few more times today, evoking similarly dramatic outpourings of emotion. #superfun
Let's conclude with the best pictures from the worst morning:
50 days.....or so..... xo Bubby
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