TODAY I got paranoid on my way to school that Greg wasn't going to wake up in time for his show. He is currently performing in The Foreigner and today they had two afternoon matinees for schools- one at 9 am and one at 12:30. He doesn't have to be to his normal work until 9, but with a show this morning he was supposed to be at the theater at 8 am. On my way to school I realized that it was weird that Greg wasn't awake yet if he had such an early show.
So, naturally, I freaked out. Like any caring, loving TOTALLY SANE wife would. It was 7:00 as I entered my school and I did some quick calculations... he should absolutely be awake by now, especially as he had a 30 minutes drive at least. I called and called but to no avail. (Also when you are calling someone at 7 am in Utah in January it feels like you are straight up calling them in the middle of the night to loot their homes as it is pitch pitch black outside.)
Finally after about 15 minutes of fruitless phone calls I decided that Greg's alarm hadn't gone off. He was still asleep. He was going to be late for his show. 500 eighth graders piled in to see him star in a play and he was going to sleep right through it.
The logical thing was to drive home to wake him up, right? In the middle of my work day. School starts at 7:50, it was 7:20. I live 15 minutes from my work. If I seriously booked it, I could get home with just enough time to wake Greg. Yes, Bonnie, totally logical to leave with no idea if you will get back to teach the 40 seventeen year olds who will be knocking down your classroom door in a mere thirty minutes.
So I bailed out early on a faculty meeting with the firm conviction that the only way the day would not be a total disaster (Greg sleeps through show, Greg gets fired from his role, Greg abandons all hope and decides life is no longer worth living) is if I went home and woke Greg up. I would save the day!
Five minutes later, cruising down the freeway like a true bat out of hall, I received a text from Greg. "I'm fine. Thanks though." WHAT? That's all I get? An "I'm fine?" I told him he had put me through a lot of stress and turmoil this morning. To which he asked, "Why? I set my alarm. I'm an adult, Bon."
Hmmm..... I don't know about this. I mean, it's not like the boy has been setting alarms for 25 years now and could solve the complex riddle of how to make sure you are awake in time in the morning ALL BY HIMSELF.
So I turned around, went back to school, and felt like the true paranoid idiot I am. I know I maybe freaked out a bit and got a little overly worried/ panicked, but can you blame me? What would you do if you were 90% that your husband was going to sleep through something very important where hundreds of people are counting on him? I was just playing the good wife and I maintain my belief that I AM NOT CRAZY. Not entirely crazy, at least.
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