Wednesday, May 25, 2011

In the Dog House?

Hey Lifers.

So as it turns out, the dog house is just what I needed. Let me explain.

I'm at work today doing what I do. Not having a bad day necessarily, just a busy one. I've got some items I've got to get finished, and I knew I needed to stay late. So, me being the good hubs that I am, I send the DW a text to let her know. No big deal right?

Well except for one tiny little thing...

http://climate.umn.edu/doc/journal/tornadoes080711.htmption
 We live in tornado alley.

And we don't have a basement.

So I'm staying late at work, and wouldn't you know it, they are predicting a storm to come through right about the time I'd be leaving. So the DW calls and says her and the clowns are going to her moms to hunker down in her basement until the storm passes. Ok I said, I'm going to stay here for a bit.

Now before I leave it gets to the point where they sound the sirens and force us to go to our shelters. Still no big deal. I feel pretty safe at work in our shelters, and they were a few towns over at her moms down in the basement. Everything seems fine to me.

After half and hour or so, they give us the all clear. The sky opens up, and it's clear as can be. I check the weather, call the DW and tell her I'm heading home.

I want you to come out here.

No. It's all clear. I'm not coming out there, I tell her.

Yes, you need to come out here. There's another storm coming.

Well, I'll check the news when I get home, and if it looks to bad I'll come out.

Ok see you when you get here.

I"m not coming out there.

See you when you get here.

We'll see. I'll let you know.

Ok bye. See you when you get here.

Ok so at this point I should tell you that about an hour or so before I left work I get this e-mail from my boss that rips right through me. For the next hour or so, I can't stop thinking about it. What's this crap? Should I respond? Maybe I should sleep on it? Maybe I'll respond tomorrow? You know, it was one of those e-mails.

So I drive to the house. Still upset about the e-mail, all I want to do is be alone. Try to calm down and focus on something else.

I get home and check the local news. Everything's clear until late tonight.

I text the DW and tell her, weather dude says all clear. Not coming out there... No response.

Twenty minutes later, I text her again. Again, no response.

Ten minutes later I call. Naturally I'm getting a little worried, because there's no dinner. Our conversation is short, and it occurs to me that I might be.... In the Dog House.

I hang up the phone, and realize this is exactly what I needed. To be by myself. So I turned on a little satellite radio, crank it up, and clean house. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't get all scrubbin' toilets clean, but I picked up, started some laundry, and did the dishes. It helped. An hour later, the DW and clowns came home.

And now, business as usual.

J-Tony

2 comments:

  1. She's got you so well trained....good job DW!

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  2. i don't want a tornado to p through, but I want my family to leave into the next town. Lucky guy! And yeah, what Sherri said! haha!

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