Anyways. Logistics. I am spoiled. I DON'T EVEN PUMP MY OWN GAS.
Jenny: can you watch Corinthian Monday.
Me: sure
Her: he has to be at soccer practice before 645?
Me: am?
Her: Joe what time do you go to work?
Joe:530
Me: (I got this) I have a meeting (trying to sound important) that morning in Tulsa. I can drop him off on the way. (I am already calculating what time I have to get up to make all of this happen in brady style....f, she had a maid or whatever alice was)
Her: I will bring him Monday night
Me: just go, I can pick him up on my way home
AM today
Corinthian: what time do you get off work
Me: (silently..I haven't even made it to work). 6
Yesterday
Me: wtf are you thinking, this is why you didn't have kids...you can barely make it to where you are supposed to be on time.
Also me: thank you jesus, my meeting isn't until Wednesday...