(A glimpse from yesterday)
My 14 year old, Einstein, is coming home today. Flying in from San Diego, after a week with his birth father, my Ex.
Who happens to also share the same first name with my Hubz.
So Einstein calls me to tell me they've just had breakfast, and are on their way to the airport. I give him the usual reminder to thank everyone (his father and his grandparents), to behave, to be safe - and we'll meet him at the airport.
The phone rings again, and since my Ex is not always very organized, I assume they were calling again to ask me how to obtain the gate pass to get through security.
*ring, ring*
"Hello?"
"Hey. So how does this work again?"
"Okay, so you check in 90 minutes prior, give them your name and they'll give you the pass."
"What?"
[Pause.] Silent, to myself, "Uh-oh." And since I hadn't yet answered, he persisted.
"What are you talking about? I'm talking about the car - what's the plan with the service department?"
OH SHIT.
I just mixed up my Ex and my Hubz.
What could I do? I started laughing, explaining how Einstein had just called and I thought it was his birth father asking about the gate pass.
And Hubz, classic, goes, "GET THE POOL BOY OUT OF THE HOUSE. NOW."
Still dumbfounded at my stupidity, I can't stop laughing. I can tell he has an audience, and he just keeps going.
"Do I sound Filipino to you? Don't make me come home now."
*lol - shaking head*
Even if he's on the phone, I can still see the smirk on his face and the wink in his eye. Thank God I'm married to a man with a sense of humor. Coz, honestly, I think this is the SECOND time I made the same mistake.
It doesn't help that they both address me with "Hey" when I answer the phone.
And no, we don't even have a pool!
Technorati Tags: marriage, funny, ex-husband, relationships
Double Standards & De Ja Vu
Categories Silly Girl, Wifeyhood
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