I quickly jogged across the hall to my room. Himself was sitting on the lower bunk and supervising our son as he got his pajamas on.
“It’s so nice to have you here, honey!” I said as I grabbed my backpack and started to shove a sweatshirt in there.
“Thanks!” My husband smiled as he watched me. “You took quite awhile. Are you all done in the office?”
|Chillin’ like a villain in the ER waiting room|
“Yes and no.” I told him as I grabbed a book and a magazine as I figured on a long wait in the emergency room waiting area. “My work is done in the office, but I have to take a kid into town to see a doctor. That’s why I am packing my backpack.”
“Right now?” My husband responded with a look of confusion as his smile melted and he glanced at his watch. “It’s 9 o’clock on a Friday night. What doctor will see you at this time?”
“An emergency room doctor. I have a kid who I think has appendicitis.” I said as I pulled some sweatpants on over my shorts.
“Oh. Is that bad?”
“If it is appendicitis, it means surgery.”
“You’re kidding me?!”
“Nope.” I responded as I pulled on some socks and then located my running shoes.
“When will you be back?” Himself asked.
“I, honestly, have no idea.” I shrugged as I laced up my shoes. “This kid’s parents are off camping, so I don’t know if they will be able to get in contact with them. And I can’t very well just drop him off at the emergency room door and leave him.”
“Ya, that would be bad I guess. Poor guy.” Himself said as he shook his head and I stuffed my toothbrush and toothpaste into my bag.
“So, as I was saying…it sure is nice to have you here…” I gave him an awkward smile, “…since I’m gonna have to desert you and the kids cuz the car is leaving in about five minutes.”
“That’s understandable, I guess, but, what do I do? I have no idea about the schedule or anything. I don’t know when to get the kids up, or where to take them.”
“I would suggest you take the kids down to the rave. Have them help you find Anita. She can give you the low down on the schedule since she is basically our nanny.”
“A rave. A nanny. I love this place already.” Himself said as he smiled.
“Oh, and as for getting up in the morning, just listen for the bell.”
“Ya. It’s hilarious. It’s a vintage brass school bell. Three rings, three times. Camp runs on the bell.” I told him as I picked up my son and gave him a hug and a kiss.
“OK. Sure. A bell.” Himself looked at me skeptically.
“I know, right?!” I laughed.