I should be less dramatic when texting my husband. I learned this lesson this past Friday.
Friday started rushed and hurried and with me spilling half a bottle of water on sleeping Daniel
(it was by accident, I leaned down to kiss him goodbye and my lid wasn't on tight, all he said was "I'm cold")
Anyway I was excited, it was after all Friday and we had fun plans for the weekend. Little did I know what worry this Friday would bring.
The day before I had designed and printed 1,000 invitations. That's a lot of invitations and a lot of money. Well Friday I had moved on from this project, until my boss comes in and tells me she went to have them cut. It immediately dawned on me that I had designed the invites 0.25 in. too big, that doesn't sound like a lot but it's enough for them not to fit in an envelope.
I was panicking, a million scenarios rushed though my mind, 1,000 invitations weren't going to fit in the envelopes! At this point I was the only one who knew this fact, so I kept this to myself until I knew for sure the situation. My boss said she meant to take an envelope with her to the cutting place to make sure they fit, so I volunteered to go on my lunch break for her. Hoping I could have them re-cut to fit on my dime.
I was praying the entire way that the cutting people cut a little extra. I get to the place, heart rate racing, and the girl behind the counter took the envelope and said, "I had to cut a little extra off", as she slid the invite perfectly in the envelope. I can't describe the weight that was lifted, I wasn't going to get yelled at! The invite fit! I didn't have to pay for the 1,000 invites! I was still going to have a job! I went from panic attack to rejoicing in 5 seconds.
In the midst of my worry I tried to call Daniel so he could bear some of my burden but he didn't answer. So I text him after everything was fine, "Pray for me I'm recovering from a near heart attack." Because he didn't know what I had just been through he literally thought I had a heart attack. He told his friend that I had a near heart attack and they prayed for me. He was getting ready to come find me in some hospital room surrounded by doctors and nurses. Fortunately my worried sweet husband text me back and I ( the one who had no clue he really thought I had a heart attack) filled him in on the situation. I felt really bad, but I said did you really think I would send you, my husband, a detailed-less text like that if that had really happened?
So we both learned valuable lessons: No more dramatic texts, men think literally, and facts first then you can worry.
