Day 20 I inherited this freakish gene from my Grandpa Hollywood. It's in my blood, my sister's blood, my mom's blood, and my aunt's blood.
We are always early.
I don't know. It just happens. And if it doesn't happen, I experience excruciating anxiety. Being late makes me angry, foul-mouthed, grumpy and reckless.
A friend once said that her often running late habit involves a lot of yelling and screaming. I told her that so does my habit of running early.
And so today, as I rushed my girls out the door to get Harper to school, fussing at them to hurry up, we're gonna be late (a lie), put your shoes on, to the van, girls - I said to the van, stop your dilly-dallying, hustle, come on, we gotta go, we finally were on the road and the clock assured me that we would be right on time, if not a minute early, for the beginning of the ten minute window we are given to drop off our preschooler.
As I pulled into the school, I became confused as I noticed that not a single car was in the parking lot. Surely we weren't that early.
Surely we weren't.
Unless of course I was getting my daughter to school for Wednesday. Because apparently girlfriend ain't got no school today or tomorrow.
And apparently I missed that minor detail when I was hyper-focused on more pressing things like being on time.
And this, my friends, is such a perfect illustration of my life these days. Sure, the bulletin board in the laundry room proudly displays all the school calendars and activities, neatly hanging in a row. The papers that come home from school daily are filed tidy in a folder. I am organized. Except I'm very very very scatter-brained. The calendars on display are never glanced at (whose got time for that?) The papers in the folders are never read (must they really send home so many at one time?) And so while I do a mighty fine job of cracking the whip to get us where we thought we needed to be, I'm frantic and flailing when it comes to, oh, I don't know, keeping track of the days of the week.
But my on-time gene never goes off the clock. And so though today we were on time for no school, at least the backpack is already packed and in the van ready for Wednesday. And that makes my hurry-up-and-wait dance a mad party.