Nothing quite like waking a kid at 6 and being told that he actually needs to be at school at 7:15. For perspective, we usually leave our house at 7 or a few minutes after, stop to get the kid coffee, and arrive at school in the neighborhood of 7:30. Fifteen minutes of difference shouldn’t be huge, right? Yeah, well.

He said he should have told me yesterday, but he forgot. He said he can make up the P.E. points some other way. He said he hasn’t taken the final yet, so the grade is still fine. So, after stirring me all up, terrorizing T.R. with the prospect of hurrying, he decided he didn’t actually need to be there then. Ironically, we could potentially still make it.

Adrenaline is good for the body, right?