Back in my elementary school days I was usually a prepared student. My mother did not let me leave the house without triple checking that I had everything I needed. Once in a while a classmate of mine would forget something and they would be allowed to go to the office to call their parent and have them deliver the forgotten item – often times it was boots so they could go to recess or tennis shoes for P.E. class.
I was a bit jealous of this. I wanted to go to the office to call my mom and ask her to bring me something to school. Well, one day it happened – I forgot my shoes for P.E. Proudly I marched to the office and informed everyone who would listen that I was going to call my mom. I stood on my tiptoes to reach the phone on the counter and I dialed my mother at home.
I thought I was so cool.
And then Mom answered the phone. She did not seem too impressed, but I remember she drove the eleven miles to drop off what I needed. Looking back, I would not have blamed her if she would have told me to sit out of P.E. class that day.
Fast-forward about 25 years and here we are today. I do not have children, but I have a husband – a husband who works early morning hours on a radio show and cannot leave work while he’s on the air.
His are the phone calls I receive.
A few months ago my cell phone rang quite early and I saw that it was my husband. When I answered he asked, “Do you know if adult ‘footie-pajamas’ exist? Or do we have any at the house? If we do, can you bring them to me at work?”
It did not occur to me to be confused about this question, as he is in morning radio and they tend to be outrageous. So I answered all of his questions. Yes, footie-pajamas are made for adults, we do have some at the house and yes I can deliver them to work.
He responded with, “Why on earth do we have those at home?”
He has short commercial breaks and not much time to chat, so I explained that they were a Christmas gift and just left it at that. (He’s not supposed to be the confused one on these calls – I am). Turns out he was going to wear the footie-pajamas for a photo shoot and the photo may end up on the side of a bus…but it did not work out that way.
Last week I received another phone call quite early in the morning. When I answered my husband asked, “Can you bring my really small Van Halen tank top to the station? It’s rolled up in a ball on the floor of my closet. I forgot it this morning.”
He needed it within the hour so I prepared to deliver it. I did iron it first – I can’t help who I am.
“Are you going to wear it for something?” I asked.
“No!” he exclaimed. “James is.” James is the guy who works in the evening. I’m not sure exactly what they had planned but I think it was outrageous.
Luckily I have a flexible schedule, so I don’t dread those types of calls, I just prepare to be entertained. Good thing life is keeping me on those tiptoes.