Okay guys. I know you’re not toddlers but:
Of course, right? She’s just a worry wart wife. Well excuse me. You and your adult son left to go on a four hour hike eight hours ago. Since I’m famous for worrying and people making fun of that, I made up this scenario where you’d changed your hiking plans and hiked a longer trail.
There comes a time when that scenario stops working. Luckily, the last number you dialed – from our land line – was your son’s…making hiking plans. I hesitated. Then, wtf…I pressed call.
Y’all “sort of got turned around and lost but we are on our way home now. Oh! Dad said he meant to call but with everything…”
A small amount of steamy anger escaped my nostrils and my ears but I said – since it was your son: “No problem. Glad you’re okay.”
Man oh man, wait till you get home.
**update: you’re home. I decided to play it totally cool. I think that’s helping you feel less guilty. Not that you shouldn’t feel guilty but…not just because I throw a fit. Well so…not unknown to you, you owe me.