Not a happy camper....

My poor husband, this week has copped it twice in the “Brownie Points” stakes.

Monday morning at 6.20am I get a call from him-

“baby, I’m really sorry, I’ve just realised I left my Laptop at home and Jerome’s just driven away…..could you bring it……”

True story people.

I, the dutiful wife, got up, threw on trakkies and located said laptop, drove into North Sydney, dropped it off and drove home again, to dress for my own job. He felt bad, but I didn’t really mind all that much, I was in an ok mood.

SO- fast forward to TODAY

This morning my phone rings at 6.18am.

My husband says to me, “do you want the good news or the bad news?” I mumble something while trying not to wake up all that much. “the good news is, I’ve got my laptop.” I think, Whoopee shit.

“... the bad news is I’ve also got my car keys”

This is a problem because we don’t have a spare in the house. I am mentally kicking myself for not taking the key off the ring last night when I thought about it.

So he proceeds to ask if I want him to call the NRMA to retrieve the spare which is actually hidden in the car from being serviced yesterday.

I could not give a toss right now, just wanting to return to my cocoon of blankets and sleep. It suddenly feels like a great idea to get the bus today.

HubBee doesn’t think so. He calls NRMA who will call me when they’re close.

15 more minutes of sleep and the phone rings, it’s the NRMA. I guess they can be quick at 6am.

I throw (more) trakkies on and run out to the car where we get the spare. I think he thinks I’m a bit suss, since I don’t look like I’m going anywhere and I didn’t get in the car and drive off. I don’t care. I walk back to the house and undress, climb back into bed. I can get another solid 40 minutes of sleep if I hurry. I hastily type “got in” and send to HubBee.

I’m about to drift off.


He’s checking its all fine. I tersely tell him I’m trying to go back to sleep again. He sheepishly says goodbye, and I manage to fall asleep again.

Twice in one week? Not such a good mood…

2 kindred spirits ~ This bugs them too!:

Anonymous said...
July 13, 2007 1:29 PM


You're husband must be a really amazing fantastic guy who really looks after you and cares for you and really knows how to treat you well - otherwise there is no way you would perform these gestures of love which i am sure are mere shadows of the loving gestures he generally performs for you. You should take incidents when your husband is a dick, and not think "gee my husband is a dick" but think "Wow - here am I with a chance to show my husband that I love him as much as he loves me". I think that maybe you should take it to the next level and tonight - really show him how much you love him... if you know what i mean.

You really must be a lucky lady.

Anonymous said...
July 16, 2007 6:21 PM

Ohh wah Im already up at that time...

I sound bitter, I am.

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