It was a simple plan.
Friday night my son had soccer practice at 6:30. I was going to drop him off, watch a bit of practice and leave.
My daughter and a friend had to go to a dance at 7:00. And by had to I mean they would have LITERALLY died without going to this dance.
My husband planned to get home from work by 6:30, join me at the soccer field so I could take off and he could take him home.
We were meeting some friends for dinner at 7:30.
We can do this. We’ve done this before, like, a million times. I’ll drop off the boy. My husband will pick him up, buy him dinner, bring him to a friend’s for a sleepover, and go straight to the restaurant. I will drop off the girls (another mom was doing pick-up) and meet at the restaurant. All’s well.
Then here’s what happened.
When I got to the soccer field I couldn’t find our team. I know that sounds insane – but it’s a sea of 9 year boys running around a football field. And they don’t wear their uniforms for practice – thanks for asking. It also turned out that they moved from our usual spot to the back field. Anyhoo, we didn’t get there till 6:45.
At 6:50 my husband called to say there is terrible traffic. He’s not making it to the field by 7:15.
No worries, I say. I’ll stay at the field and take him back, you (I’m looking at you husband), take the girls to the dance.
Small caveat that I had to fill him in on. On the way to the dance, you have to stop by another kid’s house and pick him up too.
Another small caveat I had to fill him in on. The dance was in the next town over.
As every wife and mother out there knows, there are certain details of how we get our day done which are on a “Need to Know” basis.
“Why didn’t I know that this dance wasn’t in our town?” he asks.
“What? Who are we picking up? Where?” he shouts.
Need to know baby. As in up until now, you didn’t need to know.
I’ll spare you the “spirited” discussion and “colorful” language that flowed like water from both of us. Did I mention that we never remembered to call our friends and say we’d be late?
We did make it to dinner – at 7:45. Not bad for a total breakdown of plans and routine.
Thankfully our dinner companions laughed off the lateness when we told them our tale of woe. You see, they have grown kids, and I’m sure they were thinking,” you think it’s bad now…wait until next year.”
But they didn’t tell us that. It’s on a “Need to Know” basis.