Why We're Loser Friends

This week has been a good one, and I actually truly mean that (no sarcasm in my voice). But a few highlight events brought it home for me that we're horrible, loser friends. All events listed revolve around our really good friend, hereafter referred to as RB.

Highlight Event #1
Quoted RB in my church talk, though not by name, only to have her miss the quote all-together because she was dealing with her kids at that moment. Afterwards I had to say I really did use her line, and it made me feel like a liar trying to win over a friend. You know: "Really! I DID use that quote of yours! I'm serious. Do you want me to show you where it was written on the page?"

Highlight Event #2
Miciah and I went to RB's house during the freak wind storm on Wednesday. Winds gusting to 65 mph. While we were there the power went out, which is just an aside to this highlight event. Anyways, on the way out the door, Miciah was opening the storm door when it was ripped out of her hand by one of those gusts of wind. The part of the door that connects to the frame and makes sure that the door doesn't open too far and that it closes slowly, you know the part I'm talking about? Well, it ripped right off the door, screws and all.

I felt really bad about that, but I couldn't really blame Miciah. I mean, the same thing happened to me earlier in the day with my car door. I had to inspect the car next to me to make sure I did no lasting damage (I hadn't). Anyways, RB and her husband said it was okay, it could have happened to anyone, it could be easily repaired, but if it couldn't the door was cheap anyways. Still, I offered them money if they needed it for the door and went home feeling like a loser friend.

Highlight Event #3
This one has 2 different parts to it, and the first one is a half-cheat, since it started last week. Last week Wednesday RB's husband called and asked if we could watch their kids overnight for a surprise date. Sure! I was instructed to keep up the ruse of a date-swap on Saturday only (Valentine's Day), not an overnight date for them. No problem. I saw RB on Friday last week and she mentioned something about her husband hinting at a date possibility on Friday night (as in THIS Friday, Feb. 13th), but she was skeptical of it really happening because we all know how good husbands are at planning things like dates. I just nodded.

Felt like a liar when later she said her husband had let her in on the plan.

Which leads us to last night. Teancom threw up. Rob said, "That's random," but I told him it probably isn't, since my aunt watched the kids Wednesday and some stomach bug had ripped through their entire family starting Wednesday and continuing to Thursday (and even into today). So I geared up for a long, event-less weekend. Rob said, "Wait and see if anyone else gets sick first." This is our Rule of Two: One kid throwing up once could be a fluke. But 2 kids throwing up or 1 kid throwing up twice? Not a fluke.

Miciah came to our bedside at 1:30 am. Told us she felt like she was going to throw-up. Even half out of it, I nearly shouted, "Then go to the bathroom!" Of course she got the floor between our room and the bathroom, and Rob spent nearly 45 minutes cleaning it all up by himself (in our break-down of duties, cleaning up throw up is kind of "his job". Also middle of the night anything is his job, too. And when I woke up for the day today and said I was sorry for not helping him, he shrugged it off and said, "It wasn't really a 2-person job anyways." What a good daddy/hubby he is!).

This neatly met our Rule of 2 (which we of course have surpassed by now), so I called RB's husband and told him that they could still bring their kids over but that they'd probably all be throwing up 24 hours later; or, more realistically, we had to call the whole thing off.

There goes their overnight date.
There goes our Valentine's Day date.
There goes the entire weekend.

And what kind of loser friends have to cancel a good friend's overnight date plans after a week and a half of planning? How disappointing.

I know, we didn't plan for our kids to be sick. But this seems small consolation to me. Cause I know what it's like to have overnight date plans cancelled or near-cancelled. They could call someone else, I guess, but what kind of loser friends are we?!! Horrible, Loser Friends.

And that's the end of my story.