I was all set to call my hubby after work today to complain about how exhausted I was. Again.
After all, we had a lot of people checking out. And I had a 2 week old trainee. And a brand new trainee. And admin work to catch up on from the other day. And a few folios to fix from the night before. And, sheesh, I was just. busy.
So as I was leaving the garage I grabbed my phone to make the call and noticed I had a text from him. “Call me as soon as you can.”
That was at 11:30 a.m. I got the message at 2:30 p.m. I tried not to panic. If it was a true emergency, surely he would have called me at work, since he knows I have no access to my cell phone during my day.
“You’re scaring me,” I blurted out when he answered the phone.
“Well, we had a minor emergency this morning, but everything’s okay now.”
I stayed quiet while he told me how Link had been involved in a head on collision while driving to school this morning. And how he suffered only a few minor injuries. And how the other guy seemed to be okay. And how the truck was totaled. And the other truck too.
I completely forgot about my own exhaustion as I listened to him. His morning was much worse than mine had been.
Every emotion coursed through my body as I bombarded him with questions. I was ecstatic that he was okay. I was scared of what might have been. I was worried about Link’s feelings. (He never likes to be a source of trouble to us, and it REALLY bothers him if he costs us money – no matter how often we tell him he’s no trouble and worth every penny we spend on him.) I was concerned about my husband’s feelings as well. He will view this as one more reason to find a “real” job, instead of continuing to grow a new business from home. He also knows the car hunt will most likely fall to him, as Link has a difficult time making a decision.
Since he wanted to speak with Link before he left for work, we hung up and I continued to drive in silence.
After a while, I called back.
“How’d the talk with Link go? Is he worried about driving again?” (I know after my wreck I was scared to get behind the wheel.)
Hubby assured me the talk went well, and he was just fine to drive.
But no sooner than Link left the house, Chip called him.
“Ummm…. I ran out of gas….”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I felt so bad for him. (My hubby, not Chip. Chip should know better. It’s not the first time he’s gambled with making it to the gas station.)
At least Chip was pretty close to home. But either way, my hubby couldn’t wait to go teach his class tonight.
“Sad that you need to go into work so you can rest,” I told him.
He chuckled a little. I was impressed that he could still find a funny side.
But I won’t push it by telling him how exhausting my day was….