Saving QueenSuchandSuch
I could tell it was just one of those days. The Queen has been edgy with almost everyone in the household and you could see she was visibly running thin with her patience. It was this reason, I enacted the mission to rescue her from the clutches of the evil Grouch Monster.
As my wife is sitting on the toilet I ask “Do you have plans for tonight?”
“No, why?”
“I would like to take you out tonight…just you and me,” I respond. “I have already lined up Shae to watch Avery for the night.”
“Where are we going?
“Chicago.”
“OK,” she states without question. “Where in Chicago?”
“I have to figure that out still. You stink.”
Let’s be honest for a moment, you know damn well you would tell you wife if she stinks or not. You know she would tell you after providing her the dutch oven, you should have no problem in responding in kind. What are you really going to say?
“Honey, your poo smells like a bounty of roses on a bright sunny afternoon.” Umm…yeah.
After lining everything up in my head, I inform her she needs to wear jeans and sneakers. It is at this point, the Queen begins to doubt my judgment. I told her Chicago. It is not like I am taking her across state lines again.
After making sure the elder child has all cell phone numbers, the doctor’s phone number, her Mom’s number (in Virginia), the first aid kit, fire extinguisher, cattle prod and homeland security package, we head out.
At first the Queen starts asking where we are heading. “Is it a ballgame?”
“Nope.”
“Is it a concert?”
“Nope”
“Is it the theater?”
(long pause) “Yep.”
“What kind of theater? Movie or Play?”
“I guess you will have to wait and see.”
After playing this game for about 30 more minutes, I finally ask her if she really wants to know.
Her response…”No.”
After parking at my office parking lot, we walked for about 25 minutes until I finally hailed a cab. “Briar Street please.”
There is a distinct advantage here. I have been to the Briar Street Theater before, and the Queen has not. So, she still has no idea where we are heading. After the cab drops us off, she notices the sign.
Blue Man Group
This would be her first time seeing BMG and I couldn’t wait. I knew seating would be limited, so I timed it so that if there weren’t any shows at 7:00, we could catch the 10:00 after dinner. We managed to buy 7:00 balcony seats which had an obstructed view, but that was fine. I have yet to see the show from the balcony and was in some way, looking forward to it.
The Queen laughed, smiled and reminisced after the show. We grabbed a cab back to Michigan Avenue and walked to McDonald’s…I mean Chipotle. I even let her super size it…I mean get the chips.
Overall, it was a wonderful evening. Best of all, the Queen is back to normal. Long live the Queen!
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Take a break from life. Don’t plan it, just do it. If you don’t take a break once in a while, you are bound to be attacked by the grouch monster or some other alien being.
Did you know…
450 million people worldwide are affected by mental, neurological, or behavioral problems at any time.
As my wife is sitting on the toilet I ask “Do you have plans for tonight?”
“No, why?”
“I would like to take you out tonight…just you and me,” I respond. “I have already lined up Shae to watch Avery for the night.”
“Where are we going?
“Chicago.”
“OK,” she states without question. “Where in Chicago?”
“I have to figure that out still. You stink.”
Let’s be honest for a moment, you know damn well you would tell you wife if she stinks or not. You know she would tell you after providing her the dutch oven, you should have no problem in responding in kind. What are you really going to say?
“Honey, your poo smells like a bounty of roses on a bright sunny afternoon.” Umm…yeah.
After lining everything up in my head, I inform her she needs to wear jeans and sneakers. It is at this point, the Queen begins to doubt my judgment. I told her Chicago. It is not like I am taking her across state lines again.
After making sure the elder child has all cell phone numbers, the doctor’s phone number, her Mom’s number (in Virginia), the first aid kit, fire extinguisher, cattle prod and homeland security package, we head out.
At first the Queen starts asking where we are heading. “Is it a ballgame?”
“Nope.”
“Is it a concert?”
“Nope”
“Is it the theater?”
(long pause) “Yep.”
“What kind of theater? Movie or Play?”
“I guess you will have to wait and see.”
After playing this game for about 30 more minutes, I finally ask her if she really wants to know.
Her response…”No.”
After parking at my office parking lot, we walked for about 25 minutes until I finally hailed a cab. “Briar Street please.”
There is a distinct advantage here. I have been to the Briar Street Theater before, and the Queen has not. So, she still has no idea where we are heading. After the cab drops us off, she notices the sign.
Blue Man Group
This would be her first time seeing BMG and I couldn’t wait. I knew seating would be limited, so I timed it so that if there weren’t any shows at 7:00, we could catch the 10:00 after dinner. We managed to buy 7:00 balcony seats which had an obstructed view, but that was fine. I have yet to see the show from the balcony and was in some way, looking forward to it.
The Queen laughed, smiled and reminisced after the show. We grabbed a cab back to Michigan Avenue and walked to McDonald’s…I mean Chipotle. I even let her super size it…I mean get the chips.
Overall, it was a wonderful evening. Best of all, the Queen is back to normal. Long live the Queen!
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Take a break from life. Don’t plan it, just do it. If you don’t take a break once in a while, you are bound to be attacked by the grouch monster or some other alien being.
Did you know…
450 million people worldwide are affected by mental, neurological, or behavioral problems at any time.
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