Saturday, July 29, 2006

 

Why I love my husband....OR....Why I blame Clay Walker for my lack of sleep last night

I mentioned in my previous post that Paul was at a concert with pretty much the rest of his class. The concert was at a country dance bar/club and was to begin at 8 p.m., which I had mentioned to Paul earlier might be a tough night for some of them, himself included, because they're not used to staying up that late. He said if he started falling asleep, then he'd start falling asleep.

So I got home from my dinner outing, did my post, and went to bed around 9:30. I figured for a concert starting at 8, it should be done by 11 or 12, and I expected Paul to call me whenever it got done because he knows I don't care if he wakes me up. Well, right now I'm not sleeping exceptionally well anyway with being in this depressing trailer and sleeping on the floor, so I had dosed a little and gotten to a point around 11:30 where I wanted to make sure Paul didn't just think it was maybe too late to call or something. When he answered the phone, I could tell that they obviously were still there. I told him to call me when he got home, which he agreed to do. About half an hour later, my phone rang: he needed to call me because he was really missing me. Concerts like that are really more my thing and he said he tried getting out and dancing (which he loves to do) with a couple of the girls in their group and that it was just terrible and he missed his dancing partner. Even though I claim to not be a good dancer (and I'm not with anyone but Paul), I can follow his lead like no one else. That made me wish I was there even more, but also, honestly, made me feel a little better that he wasn't having some amazing time without me.

He ended that phone call with saying again that he would call me when they got back. I dozed a little more, then got really awake around 1:15 when I realized what time it was and that I still hadn't heard anything. That started making me really restless. My mind started going between worst case scenarios and irritation on behalf of my husband for being kept up and out so late when he normally turns into a pumpkin at 9 anymore. I just knew that if he'd had his own vehicle, he probably would have been home long before 1:00, but I didn't want to be the "needy wife" who calls her husband 20 times while he's out with friends. My mind kept running around in circles until I finally caved at 2 and called to find out that they were on their way back to post in a cab because they did the responsible DD thing. I was glad to hear they made that decision, and Paul asked me if I still wanted him to call me when he got back to his room. Without hesitation I told him yes, because I knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep until I got to actually talk to him a little. Call me pathetic, I don't care. I like talking to my husband every night before I fall asleep if it is at all possible.

So a few minutes later, I got to talk to my husband without him being in a cab with two other guys who were, in his words, "drunk off their socks." And I got the story of just why they were all out so late and Paul being one of the latest. First of all, there was no opening act and Clay Walker and his band didn't start playing until 11! This blows my mind anymore because I'm used to having been in bed for at least two hours by that time now! And I realize that I have gone to concerts in the past that started at 11 or 12, but that was at a music festival where you don't really sleep anyway. I'm just not a night person anymore. Anyway, Paul didn't really have that much to drink and stopped entirely around 11 when he really started missing me and realized that at least one person should stay sober. Apparently one group from their party left around 1 a.m. and one of the girls offered to stay and make sure the two guys who were getting wasted made it home OK, but Paul, being the only other guy, decided it was probably most intelligent for him to stay with the drunkies. While it meant he didn't get to go to bed as soon as he'd have liked, he felt better knowing it was a guy taking care of these two drunk guys, not a girl. Which I think was a very wise decision. Even though it probably would have been fine, it never hurts to play it on the safe side.

I love my husband. He's so amazing and wonderful.

09:55  + 
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