Jeff hasn’t been to the dentist in way too long. After months of nagging him to make an appointment, I finally took matters into my own hands and made the appointment for him. {Sigh.} He can’t do anything on his own.
It’s been on the calendar for months. I’ve had to change it twice due to Jeff’s travel schedule, but finally last Friday the day had arrived. Jeff took the morning off work to make the 10:15 appointment. Before I headed to the gym with the kids, I told him the general vicinity. It’s in the shopping plaza by Lily’s school, I said, unsure of the exact address. I was, however, quite confident that it was somewhere in that shopping plaza. I had done my job, and the rest was up to him.
I remained quite confident that it was in that shopping plaza when he called, frazzled and disgruntled from the dentist with news that they had no record of him. I assured him that perhaps it was in another building in the plaza. I sighed dramatically to my friend alongside me at the gym. He can’t figure anything out on his own. I rolled my eyes as my phone displayed his name a few minutes later with the news that the other dentist, the only other dentist in the plaza, had no record of him either.
He asked me once again if I was sure of the location. Exasperated, I barked that this was all his fault. What was wrong with him? Racing home from the gym, adrenaline pumped through my body. My blood boiled as a curt e-mail from him came through my iPhone: “Dentist not in plaza. Going to work. Please figure out what happened.” What was I, his freaking secretary? He messes up and I have to fix it?
Running through the door at home, I dart to the desk and dig out the phone book. I dial the number I have filed under “D” for dentist. And “duh.” At this point I have a sinking feeling that I may indeed have been the cause of this mishap. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. That sneaking suspicion is confirmed when the recorded voice details the location of the office. Low and behold, the dentist is located clear across town, nowhere near the plaza by Lily’s school. That’s where the doctor is. Duh… the doctor.
Clearly, I’m just not cut out for these sorts of tasks. Next time, he can make his own appointments, and I’ll just stick to the nagging part. That’s what I really excel at.
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Damn…I hate when our nagging comes back to bite us in the ass! It is part of your wifely duties though:)
My husband is all the time sending me emails telling me to schedule appointments for the doctor/dentist/veterinarian. It would generally take him about as long to write the email as to make the call himself. Which I tell him. And yet he keeps doing it.
Oh that bites!!!!!!! But hey, at least you know your strengths. Nag nag nag.
Oh delightful! Just one more reason to love you. I am the Queen of Nagging myself! And look at you at the gymn. I am SO freaking impressed. As I eye the leftover peach cobbler from supper. I suck.
Used your little secretary picture up there for a post about you. Oh yes I did. Call me a stealer if you must. : )
You a nag…I REFUSE to believe it!
So what kind of wine did you serve with the crow you had for dinner? Man, that sux.
Jeff is adorable, but honestly, it serves him right for not making the appointment himself ;-)
In fact, think that “Please figure out what happened” might warrant dropping him off at the wrong place one more time ;-)
ohhhh brother indeed. does this sounds like a scene from our house or what? but you know I literally have to drive my hubby there, and strap him to the dentist chair or else it will never happen. He’ll get lost in the dentist bathroom for God’s sake.
That’s FUNNY. I have to do the same thing. Thankfully, though, my husband has gone to the same doctor/dentist for years (though not often enough). Guess I should go make an appt….
I HATE being wrong- I am always 100% sure that I am right, and most of the time… I AM right. But that one in one hundred situation is just no fun… luckily, his memory is just as bad as his organizational skills, so he will probably forget said incident within the space it takes before the next appointment must be made- I’m guessing your hubby might do the same :-P
I don’t mind going to the dentist because it’s a place where I can usually steal a nap while I’m waiting.
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