It is very obvious Albert and I have different approaches.
How Albert takes Megan to orchestra rehearsal:
- Eat dinner.
- Leave very early.
- Go directly to rehearsal.
- Arrive early.
- End result: husband = happy, daughter = happy
How Angela takes Megan to rehearsal: (a recap of today’s happenings)
- End up in meetings most of the day.
- Lose track of time and realize she is late to get home.
- Run out the office door, forgetting to shut down the copying job she was supposed to shut down (and not realizing it until 3 hours later). Hope that copier isn’t overflowing with paper everywhere.
- Rush home. Phone rings while she is driving. Illegal to talk on phone while driving. Needs a headset but forgot it at home. Puts phone on speaker and hears Albert asking her to stop by fencing to pick up the car.
- Goes to fencing and switches car.
- Rushes home.
- Doesn’t have time to eat dinner so eats a banana while Megan packs a dinner for her mom.
- Rushes out the door. Finally is heading to rehearsal, only a few minutes late departure time.
- Looks for Hwy 50. Sees Business 80 (which is Hwy 50) and doesn’t notice the “50” on the other side of the sign. Thinks, I’m looking for 50, not 80. I must take the other fork.
- Takes the wrong turn.
- Realizes she is on the wrong freeway so gets off at the first exit and turns back.
- Realizes there is no way to get to Hwy 50 when she is going in that direction.
- Exits off another exit and circles around to get back on the freeway going in the right direction.
- After a while, realizes that the surroundings look suspiciously like Davis.
- Finally sees some signs and realizes it IS Davis! She is back where she started!
- Exits off Davis (Chiles Road) and ends up on a very dark, deserted road, circling around to the other side of the freeway to get back on.
- Megan comments, “How come every time I go driving with Mommy, it seems like we end up on a dark, deserted road?” Out of the mouth of babes. So true, so sad.
- Finally, half an hour of time wasted, go the right direction, get on Hwy 50, and make it to rehearsal.
- Megan is late. Drop her off and she sets off running.
- Stay in the car to eat my dinner. Realize my dinner has leaked all over the lunch bag.
- Drink my water and spill water on myself and my phone. Realize I forgot to close the cap tightly.
- After dinner, go into rehearsal to wait for Megan and work on my computer. All the chairs are taken because I’m late. I sit on the floor, still in my work dress clothes because I didn’t have time to change because I was late.
- End result: daughter = stressed, mother = laughing hysterically at the comical scene in her life
Final quote from Megan after rehearsal: “I think next time I will see if Daddy can drive me.”
My response: “Hey, at least you know every time you drive with Mommy, it will be an adventure.”
So people think I’m organized. Now the real truth is out: it’s a coping mechanism because tonight was an example of the true state of what my life would be if I allowed my natural inclinations to take over. Being organized is the way I keep sane.