Every time the red phone (aka the husbands work phone) rings at O’Dark thirty or my favorite time right after dinner, I think of the movie “The Incredibles” and this exchange of words between husband and wife.
Lucius: Where’s my super suit?
Lucius: Where – is – my – super – suit?
Honey: I, uh, put it away.
[helicopter explodes outside]
Honey: *Why* do you *need* to know?
Lucius: I need it!
[Lucius rummages through another room in his condo]
Honey: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no derrin’-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!
Lucius: The public is in danger!
Honey: My evening’s in danger!
Lucius: You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!
Honey: ‘Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!
I don’t know how many plans have been changed or cancelled or even better, how many times I’ve shown up to an event alone. It’s part of our life and we have to take it with a grain of salt. Sort of. I wouldn’t say that I’ve handled every moment with grace. There have been times where I’ve tried to bribe him out of going…sadly, it’s never worked. I’ve often wanted to hide the super suit, but haven’t had the nerve to sit on the couch with my legs crossed calmly reading a magazine while he tears apart the house looking for it. But, I have had a similar exchange of words from across the house like Lucius and Honey.
*THE RED PHONE RINGS*
Me: Don’t answer it!
The Husband(ignoring me):Hello “Blah Blah Blah *where he works* insert rank/title/name
Me: WE HAVE PLANS!
The Husband (still ignoring me): Yes, I’ll be right there.
Me: We’ve been looking forward to this for months?! Seriously? This couldn’t wait until tomorrow? How can they need you now at 7pm and not be able to wait until 7am??? Is something going to explode or will there be a nuclear melt down if you don’t go now????
The husband: *Gives me the look*
The husband Puts on the super suit, kisses my head and leaves to save the world…or fix a boat. You would think it’s the same thing the way they sound when they call. And I forgo romantic plans to put on sweat pants and drink wine while watching trashy TV.
Ahh the life of a military wife 😉