GET THE F HOME NOW!

Hey yall,
Funny story. This is just a glimpse into a day in the lives of Britt and Rob. Today I woke up with my head at the foot of my bed and my hubby was gone. That should have been the first indication that today was going to be well, today.
12:00pm rolls around when I realized I had already forgotten to pick up the cake for my sisters gender reveal party and I still had to hand-make all the decorations and food. T minus 6 hours until party time and I haven't even showered. So I attempt to recreate those beautiful banners you see on etsy, hop in the shower, clean up and go.... It took me a little longer to get out the door because I couldn't find my phone. I decided to go pick up the cake without my phone but I am in full on panick mode fully accepting I would either get pulled over with no phone or wreck into a cop car, get taken to jail, and not get my one phone call because I have no phone therefore I have no numbers because who knows anyone's number nowadays? But I go on merrily, grab the cake and get home. When I get home I still cant find my phone and I am beginning to get more and MORE angry at myself and at Robbie because he is STILL MIA! I sent  Robbie an email pleading with him that whatever he was doing was not more important than helping me. My emails to Robbie started out sweet and then five emails later the subject simply read, GET THE F HOME NOW!!!!!!! Followed by some not so nice wifey things like, "I cant find my phone. I need your help. I can't do this without you. Get home. Get home now! This is all your fault. Find my phone!" I was in Full on Meltdown mode. I was now blaming him for me not knowing where my phone was and taking every ounce of anger I could muster up on him because it was 100% his fault that my phone was missing. like duh...
Long story short. Robbie came home after speaking to little kids about minor league ball all day. The food and decor was all done by party time. I found my phone. My sister is having a BOY! A BOY!!!! we are so excited! And here is the funny part: Robbie tells me he didn't read my 300 emails and come home because he saw the title and thought it was a blog post. So the lesson of the day is, BE MORE CLEVER when you are freaking out. Take deep breathes. And remember there has never been a meltdown that didn't end in a laugh so forget the meltdowns and laugh it out.
Never a dull moment
Gotta go find a way to bribe Robbie into rubbing my shoulders from all the stress Ive caused myself.
Peace
HE>i
B