Madalyn and I just returned from her class field trip to find Robert and the younger two kids gone. At first I thought that he’d gone barmy and assumed Johnny had soccer practice, despite its having rained here most of today. But then I found a message on our phone from JZ’s coach saying practice was cancelled, and the message had been listened to. I had called home from about 45 minutes away, so Robert knew we’d be in around 6:00. I can’t call him because his cell phone is here, charging.
So what’s my first course of action pursuant to all these tidbits of information? Why, to start imagining the very worst, of course! Hello, have you been reading my blog long? So far the best scenario I’ve been able to come up with is that he had to take one of the kids to the emergency room and has been so busy dealing with his/her life-threatening injuries that he hasn’t thought to ask to use the phone there to call me. Just as worrying, though less likely theories include a home invasion/kidnapping. Madalyn’s suggestions were that they have gone to get dinner either out or possibly at Robert’s dad’s house. Here’s the path of “logic” my mind follows, however: It’s a school night. He was expecting us home shortly. Then why would he take them to, say, eat, or to his dad’s house, when he knew we were on our way, when Madalyn was going to need dinner, too?
Unfortunately even after 12+ years, my logic and his logic rarely jive. Just because I think something doesn’t make sense doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen. A lot of times I’m cool with this. Other times I’m left teetering on the edge of the precipice over Crazy Town. In this particular case I’m at a midway point. I’m not really stressing over their whereabouts but I do find it a bit odd.
Ah….speak of the devils. Guess who just walked in the front door? Off to give the hairy eyeball.