Some days it would be better if we stayed in bed!

Do you ever wake up to begin the day,
and you put a piece of clothing on backwards?photo credit: <a href="">modernowl</a> via <a href="">photopin</a> <a href="">cc</a>
Then as you are buttering your toast,
it falls butter side first to the floor?
Do you then decide that today may not going to be your day?

Well this brings to mind a day such as this,
which happened when we lived in Australia.

It was a Friday morning.
The previous night we had done our grocery shopping.
Now as we were having breakfast,
my husband discovered his wallet is missing.
The last place he remembered having it,
was in the car park of the shopping center.

Any hopes of a leisurely breakfast were no more,
as my husband became increasingly agitated.
He began walking at alarming speed,
around our small room which was in effect,
a kitchen/sitting room/ dining room.
His runners were on,
and his car keys made unnecessarily loud noises,
as he shook them in his hand,
in close proximity to where I was sitting.

So I put on my own shoes,
took my toast in my hand,
and we headed off to “find” his wallet.

Now a bit of background here.
My husband finds acceptance difficult.
If he wants it to be true it is.
“Have we enough milk?”, no we do not,
but he says “Yes”,
because he wishes it to be so.

In the car I say,
“I don’t think you have a hope in hell of finding it”,
and he says “Of course I will”.
When we arrived we park in the same spot as the previous night,
and began searching as if we are in CSI.
I leave to go into the shopping centre to check if it was handed credit: <a href="">MSVG</a> via <a href="">photopin</a> <a href="">cc</a>
As you can imagine,
it was no surprise to me to be told it had not.
On my return he had extended the search,
to the entire car park,
including scrub and bush.

The sun was now beating down on us,
and although I did appreciate his loss,
I was not interested in this fruitless search.
However the more reluctant and vocal I became,
the more determined he was,
to find his wallet and shut me up.
We continued in silence for awhile,
until eventually I just sat down and watched him.

Inevitably he had gave up.
He was really devastated.
I don’t remember how much money he had lost,
in fact I’m sure it wasn’t too much,
but he could not accept it was really gone.

As we sat in the car,
I must admit the atmosphere was a bit tense.
His humor was definitely missing,
and he was not impressed by my lack of CSI type searching.
I suggested we go for a walk on the beach.
Thankfully he agreed,
and off we went.

There is very little in life,
that a walk on the beach does not make better.
We took our shoes off,photo credit: <a href="">faungg's photo</a> via <a href="">photopin</a> <a href="">cc</a>
and walked along the shore,
allowing the water to cool us a small bit.
By the time we had traveled to the end of the beach,
we were once more a couple,
walking hand in hand.
His upset was definitely lessening.

We turned and headed back,
now talking more positively about the day.
There was a small spring back in our step.

I looked towards our starting point,
and wondered, squinted in the sun,
“Was that one or two pairs of shoes,
I could make out on the sand?”.
It was still quite a way from us,
I stared and stared,
my heart skipping beats occasionally,
as with each step,
I came more convinced,
that there was in fact one pair of shoes missing.

We kept walking,
and although he was chatting away,photo credit: <a href="">halfrain</a> via <a href="">photopin</a> <a href="">cc</a>
I admit I was distracted.
My eyes were glued to our shoes.
It was now clear to me,
there was definitely just one pair.

As we arrived back to the start,
he couldn’t believe his eyes
He looked all around,
and eventually realized,
his new runners were gone!
He was gobsmacked.
Whatever about the lost wallet,
he could not for a minute,
come to terms with his missing shoes.

He began to look everywhere,
(which is not difficult on an almost empty beach).
He became convinced it was a prank.
Someone was surely watching us,
as we discovered the missing shoes.
He ran into the distance,
to find a bin they may have been dumped in.
Sadly despite another exhaustive CSI type search,
the shoes were still missing.

For the second time in a day,
acceptance of reality was forced on him.

I must confess to you all,
that at this point I was of no help whatsoever.
I thought it was the funniest thing ever,
and was laughing uncontrollably.
The irony of me taking him to the beach to cheer him up,
and help him recover from losing his wallet,
only for him to have his runners stolen.

We eventually made our way,
very very slowly to the car.
The sight of my husband,
trying to walk barefoot on small stones,
only made me laugh even harder.

By the time we drove away,
we were no longer a hand in hand couple.
He was definitely not a happy man,
and he showed it,
and I was more amused than I could ever remember being,
and I showed it..
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42 thoughts on “Some days it would be better if we stayed in bed!

  1. Quite a story. Poor man, I felt bad for him reading this. It is funny how these kinds of things tend to happen in “pairs” or even more at once. It’s cool you shared this story. I can imagine how it is one of those days you never forget and as the time passes you can laugh at it all.

    1. Annoyingly for my husband ( then boyfriend) I thought it so funny at the time and shared it with all our friends. He did eventually get over it, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh at it. I do think though he has learned to enjoy its telling. 🙂

  2. If something like this happened to my husband, he’d never get over it. We would be nearing 100, hovering in our future chairs on our future porch, and he’d still be complaining about it. I’m glad your husband not only got over it, but he is able to enjoy the story. 🙂

    1. Thanks he has a great sense of humor, as can be seen by the number of blogs he features in, but this really pushed him.
      Thanks for popping by and delighted to see you “following”.

    1. I’m not sure how I’d have felt. I think I might have enjoyed the irony but I would have boiled over if I had to listen to him laughing at me.

  3. Oh. My. Goodness. As soon as I read there was only 1 pair of shoes – I knew his were gone. Poor thing – but so doggone funny!! I can imagine my uncontrollable laughter in the same instance – it’s actually making me giggle right now just thinking about it while he snores away on the bed…lol!

    1. Glad you enjoyed it. I am sure he would be very amused if he knew people were still laughing at this. He will probably read it later, and I can laugh all over again.

    1. Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Thankfully we don’t get too many days like that. Nice to see you visit, and thank you for the comment.

      1. We are still in the hurricane category at my house as we speak. Hopefully to be downgraded to a tropical storm, but my dear significant other is outside working on the truck so it could go either way lol

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