Ever since I posted one of my most embarassing moments on the blog I've been pestering Dave to tell one of his. He was reluctant to (as apparently are all three of my readers) until yesterday morning when I was startled awake at 6:45 am. He flipped on the light and came racing up the attic stairs half laughing, half yelling, "You want to know my most embarassing moment - it just happened! I missed my 5 am flight and just spent the past half hour on the phone trying to figure out how to get to Grenada without having to rebook and spend $1,400." I heard the shower start and through half-open eyes saw him stripping down. "So," he yelled over the sound of the running water. "We need to decide - should I try to make the 8:00 flight, or should we fork out another $1,400?"
I am not one to wake up quickly - except when there's vomit involved and that's a whole different story - so I mumbled something and rolled over. And then thought, "Is he serious? Could he really have missed his flight? Should he really go today? After all, he was gone last night and the kids didn't get to see him at all and then he'll be gone until Sunday. Now he's going to miss the Mardi Gras party. He's not even packed at all - is he?? $1,400 - $1,400!!!" I jumped out of bed. He was already out of the shower and the scramble began.
We raced downstairs - the suitcase was already open at the bottom of the stairs, his shaving kit still in the travel bag from our weekend trip to Detroit Lakes, and clean clothes were in a laundry basket waiting to be taken upstairs and put away. I grabbed underwear from the laundry basket, he grabbed a pile of shorts and shirts from the futon and we just started throwing things in. I got out his shaving kit - he exchanged one razor for another and it was ready to go. He threw in work folders and a pair of socks. I questioned the lone pair of socks but don't know if we ever got an answer... I guess he can always buy socks if he needs them. I told Sophie she needed to get off the laptop (Webkinz you know) and she went to the chair and pouted, "Dad already kicked me off the big computer, now the laptop too!" He said "Sorry, sorry, sorry... Daddy made a mistake" and she realized we were rushing around so all the kids just got out of the way... eyes big watching us as we fired off questions at each other..."Do you have the extra laptop battery? Where is it? What about your work files? Where's your passport?"
His carry-on and passport were at the office - so we threw all the carry-on items, including the laptop, into a grocery bag. He hugged us all, kissed us all, said sorry for what seemed like the millionth time and with a "Just drive carefully" from me, he was out the door headed to the office and then the airport by a little after 7. The kids and I ate breakfast together, laughed a little at what just happened and before they left for school we got a call from Dave telling us he made it onto the first plane.
Whew - is all I can say. Oh, and I feel sorry for whoever was sitting next to him on the plane - he'd been running.
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