Sunday, April 12, 2015

2 Hours and 23 Minutes

So, today is the day we've had on our calendar for weeks. Months, even.

I remember back in February...I had to get the calendar sheet for April out of the cabinet, so I could write this date on it.

It was Joshua's Special Olympics Powerlifting meet in Fayetteville, Arkansas.

Joshua looks forward to his meets so much, and he was really excited about this one...because Clark and I were getting to go! For some reason, this meet is always scheduled on a weekend when Clark has had to take the ACT or something...and I have typically stayed home with him, while Jim took Joshua.

Well, Clark is not taking the ACT anymore, because he's a Senior...because he thinks he's going to go to college and all.


In fact, the other day, I told him that I was really looking forward to next year. He looked shocked and said, "really?" I said, "yes! Because we will get to spend every day together! We can have breakfast together and lunch together. We can go on long walks, and talk about our feelings. We can eat dinner together every night, and watch movies as a family. I'm so excited!"

He will be my Squishy and he will be mine and he will be my Squishy.

Because college-shmollege.


He is going to OBU in the Fall, and we could not be more thrilled. Holly, especially, is over the moon. She's been "pre-rushing" him since he was 7 years old.

So, back to today. Jim told us last night that we'd need to leave at 6:15.



Also, Jim said he was so excited that Clark and I were going with them...which kind of made me feel good! Until he said it was BECAUSE HE WOULD NEED "HELP" DRIVING HOME.

Because here's the deal: he got up at 4:30 IN THE MORNING...ON A order to get his run in.

Do you know what is not fun?

Waking up at 4:30 in the morning...on a Saturday...because your husband is leaving the house in the pitch-black of the night to run on the side of the road somewhere.

But he did. And the rest of us got up and were ready by 6:15. We stopped about 40 minutes later, and went thru the drive-thru at Chick-Fil-A. And then we headed on up to Fayetteville.

Jim knew where the meet was going to be held, but as he turned onto the road, he said, "uh-OH..." And also, "well, THIS isn't good." Because there were NO CARS and NO PEOPLE at the place.


So, Jim texted the Coach of the meet, and we headed to the only other possible site for the meet...while we waited for the Coach to respond. people.

And do you know what ELSE is not fun? Getting up at the crack of dawn and driving for 2 hours and 23 minutes to find that your event has been rescheduled...and then driving 2 hours and 23 minutes back home.

Hey...I've been there. I make goofball mistakes many, many times But my husband doesn't. And while this sounds totally like something I would do, I just want to take a minute and gloat say, "but not today!"

Okay. I'm done.

So, even tho I really wanted to stay in NWA and go to the Vintage Market thingy that was going on up in Bentonville, or go to Euna Mae's...or even to the open football practice to watch the Hogs...we turned around and headed home.

And there was dead silence in the car.

With the exception of my phone going off, because Clark was texting me from the back-seat. He thinks he is SO FUNNY, and so he would text me something Jim was saying...and then put some funny emojis on there.

At one point, we all had a good laugh about it, because it is TOTALLY out-of-character for Jim to be wr...wro...wron...wrong not to be prepared. And, it was just like he COULD.NOT.BELIEVE.IT. I told him to remember this day, and how we all reacted with a good sense of humor. Because I guarantee you, if the situation was reversed, and it had been me, or one of the kids...we would've gotten a talkin' to...about how you never just jump in the car and head somewhere out-of-town without knowing where you're going or that you're expected and all of that.

And, pretty sure that, at some point, the phrase, "common sense would dictate," would've made an appearance...because it always does.

But not today! Today was for laughing and joking, for the most part.

Oh, Jim did start talking about how HE COULD NOT BE-LIEVE that the meet had been rescheduled and NO ONE TOLD HIM...and all the reasons how it might not be all his fault that we got up at 4:30 in the morning, ON A SATURDAY, and drove 2 hours and 23 minutes to a non-existent event...and I just had to go all Regina George on him and say, "please stop talking." Because, at that point, I was thinking of about 8,000 ways I was going to kill him in his sleep.


And when Joshua mumbled something under his breath about "making a trip for NOTHING," Jim said, "well, hey least you got Chick-Fil-A out of the deal." And Joshua's face LIT UP and he grinned from ear to ear. He said, "oh yeah...I did!" And then he put his headphones on and turned on his movie.

Well, there ya go.

The rest of the trip turned into "well, at least ONE of us had fun today." We even hash-tagged it, "#wellatleastoneofushadfuntoday. And we spent the rest of the trip laughing about it.

I told Jim that the first thing Joshua was going to do when we got home, was gonna be to call Jim's mom on the phone. I could just hear the conversation:

Joshua: "I didn't get to compete today."
Mammaw Jack: "what do you mean, Joshua?"
Joshua: "I didn't get to compete."
Mammaw Jack: "mommy and daddy wouldn't let you compete?"

Because that's e-x-a-c-t-l-y how it would go.

When we left this morning, Jim was driving...I said I would drive home. So, as we were leaving Fayetteville and heading home, I said, "hey, pull over somewhere and I'll drive." And he said, "no, that's okay...I'm fine to drive for a while." I said, "well, I SHOULD make you drive the whole way back, you teach you a lesson. You HAVE TO LEARN...and I'm afraid that if I drive for you, you will never learn from your mistakes!"

Okay...NOW I'm done.

Jim was not amused, but Clark and I laughed ourselves silly.

But, I seriously did offer to drive, 7 or 8 different times, but he said he was okay...and he ended up driving the whole way home.

And even tho I told I Jim that he needed to try and call his mom as soon as we got try and beat Joshua to the punch...he didn't. It wasn't too long before Jim's DAD called JIM to ask what in the world was going on. Because, sure enough, Joshua told them, "I didn't get to compete," and they were already trying to figure out in their minds who.must.die...because no one puts baby in a corner, and you'd BETTER let Joshua compete in his powerlifting meet, if you know what is good for you.

Who needs the Mafia when you have Mammaw Jack and Papaw Genie?

Joshua's meet has been rescheduled. He is excited that he'll have a little extra time to work-out and prepare for it!

"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." 1 Peter 4:8

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