My husband is probably going to shoot me for telling this story. But, he doesn’t read my blog, so I think I am safe.
Friday, my hubby decided to head up North to the NHRA national event. In 100 degree weather. With a heat index of 109. I told him he was crazy, but he packed his cooler full of water and Gatorade and headed to the races.
He kept checking in with me through the day, letting me know he was okay and telling me what was going on. I kept reminding him to drink water and Gatorade and he said he was.
When I got home from work, mom and I decided to take the kids to dinner since daddy was at the races. We were packing up when Don called.
He didn’t sound good. He wasn’t making sense. He was confusing his sentences and stumbling over words.
I told him to sit still we were on our way. (He continued to drive– MEN.)
We hopped in the car and headed North. Unsure of where we were going, we were relying heavily on the map app on my iPhone and the confusing directions daddy gave us.
So, here we were… knights (three maidens and a knight) in shining armor barreling down the road on our white horses. Okay, so we were in an air-conditioned black Honda, listening to nursery rhymes, and breaking speed limits by about 10 mph, but that just doesn’t sound as cool.
We kept checking in with Don… he seemed to be getting worse, not better. He finally suggested we get him something to eat because he hadn’t eaten much. We pulled into a Wendy’s and got him some cheeseburgers and the kids chicken nuggets for dinner.
Hopping on the county road he was on, we started driving east, staying in contact with him periodically. We were almost to where he was and decided to stop at this country church and wait in the parking lot for him, since he was close.
So, no knight in shining armor story is complete without a dragon or two. And this story is no exception.
Except, these were horse flies.
The size of dragons.
They were dive bombing the car windows, flying around the car. I am almost convinced they were attempting to pick the car up.
I was scared.
The kids were scared.
We had a quick discussion on how thankful we were we didn’t go to Church there.
Could you imagine?
We pulled out and headed east again to find a better location for a meet up.
They followed us. I swear.
Eventually, we caught up with Don and followed him to the local Wal-mart and changed drivers. He didn’t look good. I was forcing him to drink Gatorade and trying to cool him off.
We managed to get home without horse flies attacking us, Don passing out, or getting car sick. I tried to convince him to visit the hospital but he wouldn’t go. As a thank you to mom, we bought her dinner… at 9:00 at night. But, sometimes super heroines don’t live by the rules.
This super momma is more than happy to sit at home and watch this particular race in the air conditioning. At least there aren’t any horseflies here.