Late night calls...

You know those calls that you really hate.  Those calls that come after you fall asleep.

They occur somewhere during the point of sleep when you are completely out-of-it.  Generally, after you've been sleeping about half an hour.

I HATE those calls.

They bring no good news.  Ever.

Last night, I was on single mom duty (not something new at this time of year).  Girls were fed, played with, bathed and down for the count.  Lil falls asleep like a dream baby.  Those twins are a different story.  Last night I was laying on the floor next to their beds.  AA fell instantly to sleep.  It had been a long, fun day outside.  TJ was tossing and turning.  We must have fallen asleep at the same time because no way would I fall asleep while my baby was still up.

Through the fog of sleep I heard my own voice talking.  Strange I thought.  Then the phone starting ringing.  That's when I realized it had been my voice on the answering maching.  So, if someone was calling back again I knew it wasn't going to be good news. 

It was already bad news since they woke me up from my very deep sleep on the comfortable floor.  (That might account for my need to see the chiro today.)

In a daze I found the phone knowing it would be my loving husband on the other end of the line.

"Well, hello, sexy husband of mine.  How may I help you this fine evening?" I said to him.

Ok.  So, that's not what I said. 

It might have gone something like, "mmngrshviesh...rueshiming...hellllo.  What?  I was sleeping.  Bye."

He then proceeded to give me fifty two different things I needed to do all boiling down to the fact that the pickup sprayer had died on the road and I needed to come rescue him.

"WALK."  I said and then I hung up.

Alright, that's not what I said, but I really, really wanted to.  Especially since he was stuck in the same place I was a few years ago.  And I walked.  Uphill.  Cross country and a stream. Pregnant with twins.  In the rain.  (I'm not even exaggerating on that one.)

I mean really, it wasn't even raining outside yet!

Since all 3 girls were sleeping I slipped outside to get the tractor and go pull my hubby's butt home.  Here comes more bad news.  The tractor wouldn't start. 

Me on the phone:  "Um, I can't get the tractor to start.  Is there something special I'm suppose to do?"
DH:  "It won't start?  Well, just keep holding the key until it turns over."
Me:  "WHAT are all the beeping noises for!?!?  Make them stop!  I can't hear myself think."
The light on my phone provide enough light to get all the fans turned off and to find some light switches, but it still wouldn't start.
DH:  "It needs to be jumped.  The starter is bad."
Me:  Oooookaaaaaaaaay.  Not gonna happen.
DH:  Bring the trailblazer.  That should be able to pull me.  Grab the chain from the tractor.

Trailblazer.  Check.
Chain.  Check.
Step in a big mud puddle in the dark with my favorite cowboy boot.  Check.
Drive, make that back-up, downhill in the dark across a wood plank bridge.  Check.

Eventually, I came to the rescue of my dear ol' husband and pulled him up the steepest hill around us.  He was ever so grateful to be rescued by such a cheery wife in the middle of the night.

I'm sure he's sending me flowers at work today to thank me.  They'll show up any minute.

I'm sure of it.

Hmm.

Any minute....

Maybe the delivery guy got lost.

Yeah, that must be what happened.