Huba Huba....

Agent Daddy received a notice back in July that his Union was having it is annual members meeting in Laughlin, NV September 30-October 2, 2011. The Union announced that they were paying for Agent Daddy and a guest to stay for two nights and that they were paying for virtually EVERY meal. If you don't know about my obsession with free stuff you can read it here. So I was super excited to go and then Agent Daddy and I had the bright idea that we would go WITHOUT the children. WOO HOO! Agent Daddy and I planned this VERY romantic weekend. We talked for months about all the naughty things we were gonna do to each other when were were in Laughlin and childless. How silly we were to think that anything could be so easy.

Wednesday before we were to leave on our romantic vacation, Aunt Flo came to visit. So now I knew that the amusement park would be closed for the weekend and I would be lucky to be able to just enjoy the time away from the kids. I am telling myself that it is a cruel joke that I started my period 5 days early and I am feeling like a tease.

Then Thursday rolls around and I am having lunch with our celebrity stylist Brandon Sapin, discussing the blog and I get a phone call from Agent Daddy's boss. Agent Daddy has knocked himself in the head and given himself a black eye and they are bringing him home and I am being told by Agent Daddy's boss that I need to take him to his doctor. So I explain to Brandon what has happened and that I have to go and be home to receive my injured husband and all I can think is " Good now I am not the only one to ruin our romantic weekend."

I arrive home about 5 minutes before Agent Daddy and his two bosses. I guess two bosses is better than one. They bring in Agent Daddy and his eye is nearly swollen shut. So I call our health insurance to get a same day appointment so I can get Agent Daddy and his swollen eye checked out and I end up on the phone with the nurse advising me to bring Agent Daddy in right away. So I pack the car with electronics for the kids to entertain themselves with, and head off to get the kids from school on the way to Urgent Care. I am so used to taking the boys to urgent care that I tried to take Agent Daddy to the Peds ward when he reminded me that he needed a "regular" doctor. OOPS.

So I checked Agent Daddy in, got the nurse to cough up an ice pack for the now purple and swollen eye and settled in for what I knew was going to be a long wait. How do I know that it will be a long wait? Because I have NEVER had a short wait at a doctors office in the last 15 years, why would that day be any different. While  Agent Daddy waits to see the Doctor, the kids entertain the waiting room with their comedy act. Then Agent Daddy leaves us to go see the Doctor. The Tech Monkey is upset because he wants to go in to see the Doctor with Agent Daddy because, and I quote " You have to have a parent with you when you see the doctor." I tried to explain that that is only for kids,  and that the Tech Monkey doesn't qualify as a parent, but the he was not impressed by my argument. 45 minutes later Agent Daddy comes out with a new ice pack and tells us he needs an xray. So we troop over to the radiology department and we take a number. There is no one else in the waiting room and yet it takes ANOTHER 30 minutes for Agent Daddy to go in and take his xray. We then get to go BACK to the waiting room we were in before and wait some more for Agent Daddy to go see the Doctor again. After a total of 3 1/2 hours we established that Agent Daddy had a black eye. We also established that he did not have a concussion or any broken bones in his hard head.

Of course now it is 8:00 at night and I have not even begun to pack yet for the "romantic getaway" that we are supposed to leave for the next morning. Agent Daddy tries to worm out of my FREE vacation with some crap about being injured but I told him I was driving him to Laughlin and he could rest when we got there.

Agent Daddy slept in the car almost the whole way to Laughlin waking only to get more ice for his black eye. By now the whole side of his face is swollen and purple.  I begin to make up stories to tell people when they ask what happened to his eye.  We settled on " He got lippy with me and I knocked him into Tuesday." This went over fairly well with a room full of Law Enforcement Officers who frankly should have been a little more concerned with my admission of domestic violence and less concerned with the open bar but what can I say? They are government employees. Agent Daddy spent the whole weekend in bed getting up to eat and go to the bathroom. I spent the "romantic weekend" gambling and checking on Agent Daddy. Not exactly the weekend we planed but at least it wasn't HAUNTED!