Saturday morning, I went downstairs early and read until my husband got up. This is our routine (Sleep? What’s sleep? People actually SLEEP?) Anyway, my husband came downstairs and I went up to do the shower and dress thing. I came back downstairs, ready to cook breakfast.
The first thing I saw was the morning newspaper still in the rubber band on the table. Weird. Hubby always reads the paper while I’m showering on the weekend morning.
He wasn’t online either, the second place I’ll find him before breakfast on weekend mornings.
If fact, he wasn’t in the house anywhere. I know because I checked the whole house twice. At first, I was just baffled. Then I thought: Okay, he’s probably outside working on the pool as I know he’s been adjusting chemicals, except the back door was still locked. He wasn’t out back.
Now I’m getting freaked. But then I heard the neighbor pouring some cement for a wall, so I figure Hubby is nosing around out front, checking up on the neighbor’s project.
Except the front door is locked too.
What’s going on?
I had no idea. I checked the house AGAIN. No hubby.
I have a garage door monitor upstairs in my room, so I know the garage door isn’t open.
All these weird ideas start going through my head. Did he win Lotto and just leave? He’s joked about it, but you know, I thought he was kidding. An emergency? But he would have told me.
So right about now, you’re all thinking, “Seriously Jen, how dumb are you? Call his cell phone.”
Yeah, I would IF HE HAD A CELL PHONE. He just uses mine when he needs the convenience of a cell phone. Otherwise, Hubby is cell phone free and proud of it.
So, finally, I go to the garage.
One of the cars is missing.
I just stand there because obviously he’s left in a car. But I can’t imagine why. Then I realize, DONUTS! He probably went to get donuts and didn’t leave me a note. Really, he was just joking about winning Lotto and leaving! So I sit down to wait.
Ten more minutes. I’m really starting to wonder what to do. I can go look for him, but if he’s not at the donut shop, I don’t have a clue. What am I going to do? Call the police and say what everyone says, “But he wouldn’t just leave me. He loves me!”
Yeah, they haven’t heard that one before.
Then the garage opens. Hubby comes strolling in. I don’t want to appear stupid, but he doesn’t have a bag of donuts in his hand (and seriously, since he was clearly alive and well, where the hell was my donut???), so I rule out the donut shop. In a calm voice, I asked, “Where did you go?”
Perplexed, he says, “To get a hair cut, remember?”
Damn. He’d told me the day before, but I totally blanked. I worked on making him feel bad for scaring me, but since he had told me and I’m the one that forgot, it really wasn’t having much effect.
So Hubby’s home and fine, but still—it was seriously weird. We rarely have miscommunications (okay fine I FORGOT!) like this, and we always know, or can easily guess, where the other one is. It got me thinking, if he had just vanished like that, what would I do?
What would you do?
I suspect if I think about this long enough, I’ll be using a scene like this in a book.
Happy Monday Everyone!