What were you thinking?
I’ve been meaning to write this down, but have been too busy to do so since this summer and been a whirl wind of activities.
We went out with friends of ours to celebrate his birthday. We went to this fantastic Greek restaurant out here, the food is so yummy in your tummy and the rack of lamb is to die for. 15 minutes into our lovely evening our appetizers had just been placd in front of us when Ryan’s cell phone rang…
“Hi! This is your neighbor, I just thought I’d call you to let you know that your son Brandon is missing.”
Dog-gone-it that boy!
“The babysitter is looking for him at the park, my wife is driving around the neighborhood and we are going to check your house once more to see if he is hiding anywhere,” our nice neighbor says.
*sigh*
Now at this point we have a decision to make. Do we get up to leave to aid in the search or do we sit and eat because we are starving. Our friends look at us all frantic and ask for a report on how their 2 sweet girls are doing and if they are ok. Of course their kids are doing great.
“Should I go back and try to find him?” I ask Ryan.
“No, they’ll find him. There’s nothing more we can do. They are already looking for him,” he says as he munches down on the plate of appetizers.
I know he is right, but I still think we should go look.
“No, I’m not ruining my dinner. Just give them another 20 minutes.” Ryan says calmly. When Ryan is hungry and there is food in front of him, heaven or hell can’t move him until he is full.
“Did you say they were going to look through our house?!?” I gasped.
“Yep”
I groaned. Earlier that morning Ryan had decided to “clean” the walk in closet. I didn’t let him touch my side or my clothes, but he “cleaned” out his side…. So Ryan’s definition of “clean” is to take EVERYTHING that he owns and that is his and throw it on the floor in the hallway, on our bed and on the floor as he sorts through everything.
BEFORE he started this “project” I made him promise that he would have it done by 5:00pm when we had to go out for dinner. After promising and assuring me it would all get done he proceeded with the mayhem. I just stayed downstairs because you couldn’t even walk in the halls or anywhere upstairs. There were clothes, hangers, shoes, belts, ties, socks and all sorts of things piled and thrown around… After 5 hours of working away - he’s very meticulous and perfectionist when it comes to sorting his clothes, folding them just so and putting them back in closet - he still wasn’t done. I was annoyed and tried to help but he flipped out. It didn’t come as a surprise when 5:00pm came and he wasn’t even 1/2 done.
We just left the crazy mess all there and told the babysitter not to let the kids play up in our room or in the hallway upstairs…. The image of the horrible chaos seared in my brain when I the next horrifying thought ran through…. ‘The neighbors are going to be looking all over our house for Brandon’…that would mean they will be going upstairs to the mess that Ryan left behind. Holy Hell!
I reminded Ryan of the disaster that he left and began to complain that he didn’t get it all finished in time and now our NEIGHBORS are going to be traipsing through the mess.
Ryan just shrugged and happily munched away on the food. I looked at him and wished he would choke on the shrimp. I was worried about Brandon but also embarrassed and horrified over the disarray they would encounter upstairs.
“Maybe Brandon isn’t even upstairs, he’s probably hiding in the toy closet”Ryan offers, “there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
“Except maybe go and help so they don’t have to do into our house!” I snap as I get up trying to leave.
“I’m not giving you the keys and I’m not having my dinner ruined. They’ll find him. Sit down.” Ryan says firmly.
“I swear to God, if I was Darth Vader you’d be in a lot of pain right now!” I seethe.
Ryan just laughs at me.
Sure enough 10 minutes later the neighbor calls back.
“Hi! I just wanted to let you know my wife found your son.”
“Thank you so much for all your help! Where was he?”
“He had fallen asleep under all the clothes and blankets that were on your bed in your room.”
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!