10:45pm. Really? I didn't think my in-laws stayed up past 10pm. Did he have to get gas for the car on the way home?
11:15pm. Ok. There is NO WAY my husband would chat with his parents this late. They are early birds. I'm starting to get worried.
11:30pm. Worry turns to mild panic. I do what no young wife wants to do -- I call my in-laws. My mother-in-law picks up the phone.
"Is my husband still there?" Trying to sound casual, calling my in-laws at WAY too late in the evening.What??? It only takes 30 minutes MAX to get home from there! Now full-fledged panic sets in.
"No, he left shortly after 9pm." says my mother-in-law sounding half-awake, half-annoyed.
We now babble back and forth about all the potential things that could have gone wrong. I think this is the most I have ever spoken to my mother-in-law.
"He said he was going to stop at an ATM." My mother-in-law is now fully awake. My mother-in-law quickly joins me in panicland.
My step-father-in-law finally intervenes. He says they are getting in the car, and going to drive the route to my house, and see if he is broken down by the side of the road. He thinks this is the most likely scenario. This is good for my mother-in-law because she is now DOING something about the panic, but now I'm stuck at home. Panicking.
At this point, I'm sobbing and it probably takes several times through the story before my mom can understand what the problem is. She is over an hour away, so she recommends that I call my friend that is much closer, and have her come over to keep me calm. We also discuss calling the local hospitals.
I call my best friend Nicole, who is about 15 minutes away, but I swear she made it to my house in 7 minutes or less. In times of distress, you suddenly realize who your true friends are.
I start calling hospitals. "Has a mid-20s Asian male been admitted tonight?" No, no, no.
It is well past 1:30am in the morning. I'm a WRECK. My mother-in-law calls me again. They are in town, but they have decided to go to the police department instead of my apartment. They are going to see if they can file a missing person report.
As I am about to hang up with my mother-in-law, my husband walks through the door. He's surprised. I'm a sobbing mess. My best friend is there.
And he was mad at me because I didn't let him have my pizza pocket.
What marriage lessons did we learn from this incident?
My husband learned: ALWAYS tell me where he's going, and his approximate time of return. He also got to send flowers to everybody involved that panic filled evening. Wifey. His mother. My mother. My best friend.
I learned: Always keep the hubby well fed. And if he wants my food -- let him have it.
This story was prompted by the writing prompt from Mama Kat...
"And then I panicked"
P.S. This post was pre-approved by hubby. I guess I'll have to feed him again.