Every weekday morning, The Mechanic calls me at 7am to make sure that I am awake and won’t be late for work. It’s a really lovely thing to do, although I often answer and say “yes, yes, I’m up” and promptly fall back to sleep. In the event of this happening, I have back up alarms on my phone.
He never forgets to call
He’s got to be at work at 6am himself and his phone alarm is set to go off at 7am, reminding him to call me. I know this because it sometimes goes off at that ungodly hour on the weekend when he forgets to turn it off and I whinge at him for waking me up so early on my days off!
Since my acupressure session last week, I have found waking up in the mornings a lot easier and am usually awake naturally from about 6.50am. Sweet.
This morning. 7am. No call. Now, most normal people would shrug this off. Obviously The Mechanic had got tied up doing something and been unable to call. But that’s Normal People for you. Let’s take a wander through my thought process this morning.
7am: Morning morning morning meeee. I’m awake again.
7.10am: Hmm, boy wonder is late. I wonder what he’s up to?
7.20am: Right, I will call him then.
7.21am: <call The Mechanic> “This mobile phone is switched off. Please try again later”
7.22am: ?????
7.23am: Perhaps he’s got no reception [sometimes his phone goes funny]. I’ll try again in 5 minutes.
7.30am: “This mobile phone is switched off. Please try again later”
7.31am: OH GOD!! HE’S BEEN HIT BY A CAR ON THE WAY TO WORK!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE TO TURN MOBILE PHONES OFF IN HOSPITALS!!!!
7.32am: Of course he hasn’t, you stupid girl, his mum would have phoned you if he had.
7.33am: But what if she hasn’t called because it was so early?!?!?! What if she didn’t want to alarm me so early in the morning? What if she is going to call a little later???
7.34am: HE’S DEAD ISN’T HE!!!!! <pace around the bedroom>
7.35am: <scroll through phone numbers on mobile and hover over the number for his mum>
7.36am: <pace some more>
7.37am: <text Lisbeth asking if she is back at school or still on holiday> If she’s back at school she won’t know, but if she’s on holiday, surely she will? And she will text me back to say he’s in hospital.
7.40am: <no reply from Lisbeth>
7.41am: “This mobile phone is switched off. Please try again later” ARGH!!!!
7.42am: <call his mum>
7.43am: He’s not dead. Not even slightly. He’s under the wheels of a car, yes… fixing something. His mobile battery has died.
7.45am: <my mobile rings, a number I don’t recognise> “Hey baby, I hear you’re being a nutcase…”
Told you that I am a lunatic.
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HAHAH! If that’s evidence of being a lunatic, than unfortunately I must be one too
Although I don’t think I’d go as far as calling his mum. Only because I’m a coward.
Bless
You are one serious lunatic!
And of course you don’t like this boy at all. No, not even a little bit!
hahahaha – I love that – because that is EXACTLY what happens to me!
Welcome to my world, fellow paranoia person!
Ah yes, I know that feeling well
yep yep yep….. although mine is more
“he’s out with his friend and isn’t answering, that either means he’s with some other girl, having too much fun to speak to me, or doesn’t love me any more and hates me….”
oh yeaaaaaah
i love you and i love the fact that i’m not the only one who does this…
you are fantastic lovely xxxxxx
Good to know that we’re all on the same wavelength here!
I’d have done the same thing although it would be his dad.
Did you say needy? hmm didnt think so.
Aren’t you lucky to have an understanding mechanic.
Did you wear a hole in your carpet from all the pacing?
I get like that if I don’t get a text or e:mail reply .. immediately! What a bunch of nutters!
You are hilarious…. LOL
oh that is outrageous – why didnt he put it on charge!?
*grins*
I get calls from mine every night when he finishes class (he teaches) and he always calls after a date to let me know he’s got home safe… and if I miss any of those calls then panic ensues.
I feel so much better now
)
Bless. You lurve him…