At 5:30AM I wander into the garage to start my workout. I woke up at 4:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep so finally struggled out of bed at 5:15.
It’s dark outside and I can see the cloudy sky through the garage window.
I hate turning on the lights in the garage because the light hurts my eyes so I use the dimmest setting on the floodlights just so I can see well enough to get on the elliptical machine. I set my green juice in the holder, use my iPad to cover the screen, put my phones on the top console, and set my watch for a workout and start peddling.
I glance out the top of the garage windows and my heart skips a beat.
WHAT.
THE.
HELL.
My mind skipped forward so quickly. I had just turned off the alarm. G was still sleeping. Was his car robbed? Why was only one side open?
I keep peddling. I literally am not sure what to do but my heart is racing.
As I peddle for another minute, I realize that he was cleaning his car out last night. He’s in the middle of a break-up and he has been on a cleaning spree.
I am here for this cleaning spree, let me be clear.
But he was in and out of the house last night talking about cleaning out his car. The last two hours of the night were spent watching Dark on Netflix with J.
So… did he really just forget he was cleaning out his car?
Why yes, yes it appears so.
I’m FUMING at this point. My heart is racing, the car is open, I’m still peddling (!) and I am not sure what to do. I certainly don’t want to go outside at this point. What if it was some kind of robbery, what if I go outside and something bad happens?
Clearly my brain was going on a jaunt.
But I finally stopped and thought I really needed to go outside. I needed to see if the car would start. I did, it did, two bags were next to the car, and stuff was still in the trunk so nothing was stolen.
I texted a very curt blurb about us needing to discuss the matter (and I sent the picture!) and then got back into my workout. Shortened now, since I had a meeting at 6.
I hop on my meeting. I hear his alarm going off for multiple minutes. I open his door, turn on his light (VERY BRIGHT), as I’m clearly still pissed although he doesn’t know why – haha. But he’s blurry from sleep and not even knowing what’s happening, and I go back down to my meeting.
30m later I hear a “Mom! Mom!” coming from the kitchen. I mute myself and turn off my camera and walk over…
Eggs. Eggs everywhere on the floor. G crouched down starting to clean things up. He had walked in it a bit and the egg splatter was far and wide.
Oh man. He’s having a really hard day.
No picture, which is sad.
But I was at least able to laugh about it at that point. We had cleaners coming in about an hour, which was helpful. And what can you do.
Heartbreak, clean-up, and broken eggs.
