On my way home I was really worried about what I was going to say to the Hubs. I mean, it's not really cool to go and steal an afternoon for yourself when you are supposed to be at an obligatory family meeting.
So, I was really thinking..... what should I say when I get home? I would never tell a flat out lie, but I contemplated saying something vague. I even thought (briefly) about starting a fight to avoid the convo.
When I walk in the door, all is quiet. The first thing the Hubs says is, "Honey, I'm so glad you made it home safely. I was really worried." *gulp* Okay honey, way to serve up a guilt sandwich right out of the gate.
I start asking him about the afternoon and he reports that all went well. Then he asks me about the meeting. I hesitate. "Well, a lot of people couldn't make it, " I begin. He interjects forcefully, "People in that town couldn't make it and you drove 75 miles in this weather? That's ridiculous!"
He's so sincere and genuinely upset that I have to confess. "Well, I didn't exactly....."
He finishes my sentence, "Babe, you didn't go?" I collapse into his lap in a fit of giggles and run on sentences, nearly quoting my blog post verbatim as I tell him what happened.
He was so cool about it. He shook his head at me and rubbed my back.....he couldn't bring himself to tell me I didn't suck, but he did tell me that he loved me in spite of my flakiness.
I love this man and take back everything I said before about him, you know annoying me and not being helpful on the Snow Day and everything.