I Lost the Tickets!

I’m not sure where I should begin. Yesterday, my husband and I went to a Boston Red Sox game. A friend of his has season tickets and they are pretty much right on the field. My husband had intended to bring his father, since it was fathers day, but he was unable to attend due to a very hectic work schedule. So, I went in his place. WOOHOO! I’ve been to a Yankee game before in the nosebleed section where you need binoculars to see anything! I didn’t even know you could drink beer at the stadium. So sad, I know.

So we drive a few hours, stop for gas and of course I had to pee. I was in charge of the amazing tickets which stayed in my wallet. Well, except when I used one to punch directions in to the GPS. Apparently, the ticket never made it back into my wallet. Yep, I lost the ticket.

When we got to the stadium, we paid some kind of ridiculous amount to park and I hauled ass to the front gates. Yes, I had to pee AGAIN! I open my bag, pull out my over sized black wallet that safely housed out “golden” tickets without bending them and what do I see.... 1 ticket. But how! They were right here! We had them both in the car! I only took 1 out to get the address! Now I start to hyperventilate and run back to our car. It has to be there. I bypass the parking attendants and tell them I have my own key.

I rip open the door and pull apart my car. It has to be somewhere! I had them in the car! I took one out for a second, didn’t I put it right back in my wallet?! Its not there. Now I start to think I left it out and the evil parking guy took it. I was about to make him empty his pockets. My husband talked me down. I freaked out. The ticket was no where. I looked everywhere about five times. Nothing! I threw some stuff away when we stopped to get gas, apparently, my ticket went too. OMG! I ruined our amazing day! No kids, awesome seats, beer....Gone! Now I’m about to pass out.

So what does my husband say. “It’s ok honey, it’s just a baseball game. Lets go grab some food. No big deal.” WHAT?! NO BIG DEAL! We had box seats! ON the field! Not that we are crazy baseball fans, but you can’t just get those! You have to know someone, or kill someone, you know. I’m obviously exaggerating, but you get where I’m going with this. I refuse....I will not be defeated! I’m finding that ticket! This can’t be the end of it.

So we grill the parking people that barely speak English. Then I search the lot for any sign of the illusive ticket. Nada. My husband is still trying to calm me down and directs me to a bathroom. I still have to pee. Maybe I’ll throw up too. I can’t believe I did this!

My husband is all fine and good. I have never experienced this. Yell at me, be mad, something. Please, don’t let me get off this easy. He just hugged me and told me everything was going to be fine. There will be other games. Lets just get a drink and some food. REALLY?! At that moment I realized.... this is love. Right here, right now. All I could think of was that poem or whatever it is they read at weddings. “Love is patient, Love is kind”.

I personally define love as words. I always want my husband to spill his guts and tell me how much he loves me. That’s what I do. I write cards, letters, I talk his ear off telling him how much I love him. I was actually in the car on the way there trying to get him to say something, anything about how much he loves me. He always says I love you and agrees with my “love rants”. Honestly, he’s just not the type of guy to say those things. It’s not his style.

I learned yesterday that words are just words. If they aren’t backed up with genuine love and compassion they mean nothing. I will never question my husbands love, ever. I’m pretty dramatic and we’ve been through some tough times. Who hasn’t. I have, once or twice, wondered if he still felt that way about me. That crazy love we had where no words could have described it. It was a feeling that couldn’t be explained. You would only understand the feeling if you’ve experienced it yourself. If you did, you would just get it.

We still have it. Life is crazy, we have two kids and two dogs, but its there and it always has been. I don’t know if I would have been so understanding if he had lost a ticket. I probably would have huffed and puffed and helped him look and then accepted it. I have all the words. I could write him a poem, but do I show him compassion? So many times.... no.....no I don’t.

So, I’m glad that happened yesterday. The experience opened my eyes to what love REALLY is. I will never forget that day. I will never forget what I learned from my husband. He is truly a gift.

We made it to the game by the way. After all that, we went to the ticket services counter and showed the man our lone ticket. He made a few calls and printed us out a new one. “No big deal, it happens.” That's what he said to me. I cried. The guy laughed, but I couldn’t believe it! I think I embarrassed my husband a little, but he understood.

 He never made me feel bad about my mistake. He just had my back. We were literally 4 rows back from the field. I could see the sweat on the players. It was AWESOME! I couldn’t believe my husband wasn’t even mad at me for almost missing this. “It’s just a game honey, don’t sweat the small stuff.” He’s right.

The Truth about My Husband

Contrary to what I may have written in the past, my husband is pretty kick ass. We joke a lot and banter with each other, most of the time. It keeps things interesting. So while we have fun bitching about one another he is truly my best friend. He is also the only person that can truly appreciate my Bubble Guppie dance. It’s pretty cute. I tell him everything and he always helps me with any dilemma I may have put myself in. He’s strong where I am weak. I guess that’s how its supposed to be so check that off my list. He takes care of the kids when he is home, plays with them, wrestles with them, gives them time outs... you know, dad stuff. When he is around mom is useless. Yep, they want nothing to do with anything “mom”. Its all about daddy. My son wont even let me give him ice cream. Seriously, I cannot even bribe my child to want me. Its all good, I see how it is.

I think I’m just jealous that he gets to go to work all day and have adult conversations with actual adults. I try to have adult conversations with my kids and they just end up asking a million questions. I’ve learned to keep it simple. They are only 3 just be patient. Also, when he gets home, as early as he can to spend some time with us, I all but jump to put the kids in their pj’s and throw them in bed. “I know it’s only 6:30 but it’s been a long day.”  The sound of the garage door opening, even if they were remotely sleepy, gives them an instant second wind. I need some daddy time too damit!

He is so patient with them. He speaks calmly to them and they always listen. By the time he gets home, I am over the calm talk and have a take no shit kind of attitude. A dirty look or eye roll will give you an immediate warning and a rude comment....right to the time out chair. Not daddy, he is just sweet and loving, which makes me feel even worse. Lets see how he does after 12 hours of kids. Not so calm now. Actually, he would probably still keep it together and then go outside for a LONG walk with the dogs. He’s so good that way.

I on the other hand let everyone know exactly whats on my mind and hold nothing in! Good and bad. You always know where I stand and what I’m thinking.... weather you like it or not. It is what it is.

Back to my other half. He gets up at 5:30am and gets home roughly 14 hours later. He works his ass off so I can stay home with our children. Still, he does laundry...I can hear the gasps already.... dishes, cooks, (better than me I might add, that is also NOT to his advantage) takes out the trash, takes care of our 2 dogs (like when they have an accident) I have been known to cover it with a paper towel until he gets home. He says things like, "honey you look like you need a break, why don't you go out with the girls for awhile." That would also save him from my 12 hours with kids mommy wrath. It all works out. Our house could be in shambles, it usually is, and he'll still find something nice to say like, thanks for emptying the dishwasher or the living room looks good. Oh, he's an amazing painter too. Like the house, not a masterpiece. You get the point. Now go show your husbands so they get all pissy.

 He painted the kids play room and made it look so easy, I thought I would try it. Yeah, not really my thing. I was trying to surprise him by painting the bathroom, but instead I painted weird lines at the top of the room with random spots of paint on the ceiling. I even used that special painters tape. Oops, my bad.  So instead of helping he had to fix my mistakes AND paint the bathroom all over....twice! Hey, it’s the thought that counts right?

Every once in awhile we get a moment to ourselves which is spent drinking heavily (he makes his own beer and it is sooooo GOOD) and watching a wide array of our favorite comedies. Like, Forgetting Sarah Marshall or Wedding Crashers. Recently, we have been watching I love you man or the hangover, but we pretty much have about 10 movies that we rotate through. I will list them later. We’re kind of picky so to add a new movie to the bunch, it better be pretty damn funny!

Now on the off chance that we actually pay a babysitter to watch our kids for a night on the town, we don’t even know what to do. We usually go out to a nice restaurant, the same one... we don’t want to waste time and money on a shotty restaurant. Our few hours spent with no kids is precious. We like to stick with what we know. Then we talk about seeing a movie but usually wait for it to come out on netflix. Our couch is way cozier than the seats at the movies and we can wear our sweatpants! Thats the seller for me anyway.

Popcorn is also a lot cheaper at the grocery store. Seriously, prices at the movies are REDONKULOUS! Nothing else for us lazy americans to do, so we all pay it.... me included....not frequently but I get bored to. So lets go and sit for 2 hours and watch some mindless, possibly piece of garbage, movie and pay $65. Really, what?! We need to invent a new hobby. Any ideas?

To my husband....I love you, you are amazing in so many ways. The list is endless and I don't think my blog roll could handle it. So, I'll keep it short and sweet and say you rock my world, so thanks!