ER or Date?

Tuesday came and quickly went by. Geoff came home for a brief bite to eat before heading out the door again. (he is on overtime) This time he left to help out with a bathroom renovation. The nightly routine kicked in and soon the girls were in bed and I was enjoying a moments peace. That is until a knock on the door disturbed my tranquil euphoria. As I opened the door I realized Geoff was standing there with a blood soaked paper towel and blood decorating his pants like they were some impression of masochistic designer jeans. My first thought was not for his well being but for the fact that he drove my car home in that state! My sympathetic interrogator side jumped into action. How bad is it? Wasn't dad with you? What did Lane do now? What were you doing? Why? OK, whoa! that's deep! Can you move it? Its swelling already. All this, I say with out pausing for breath or noticing that I'm stating the obvious. Did you get all your tools or did you leave them there? Why are you sitting down? Are you dizzy? OK we are going to the ER NOW! Geoff says "No, I am not too dizzy". I yell at him, even though it doesnt register to me, he hasn't lost any hearing because of the cut. I'm calling mom now, we are going! I don't want to hear you complaining tomorrow about how you cant move your finger! Do you want dad to go with you to the ER? "Holland" he says, as sternly as he can muster," quit panicking, calm down, breathe". I did that already! I'm doing it for both of us! Now lets go! Dads here! No! He says with his head between his knees I think I'm OK. I think its a good thing that my eye balls have sockets otherwise they would have rolled right out of my head and onto the floor beneath him, giving him the look I was hoping my heavy sigh would portray.
As our second opinion walked in the door I knew I had lost the battle and now looked on at the two men dissecting an oozing finger, with defeat. Dad says "Can you move it" Geoff mutters" ya kinda" and then Dad continues, "well if it were me I would put a band-aid on it and go to bed. Who wants to sit in the ER for 5 hours". It was here that I realized the gravity of the situation at hand. I mean how often does one have a babysitter with kids asleep and 5 free hours to spend with your husband. Between work and now school I was desperate for time with my man even if that meant we had to have a date in the ER. i would take it. I made one last attempt, Geoff is this something you will regret tomorrow ? Uhhh... I don't think so was his reply. Fine. When I ushered my momentary babysitter out, flashes of missed opportunity slammed in my face with the closing of the front door.
Just in case you were concerned, his finger is fine with full movement and everything. The ER trip would have totally been unnecessary if not for the need of a date!