I hear the door slam and check the clock: 7:55 am. I better prepare myself for another email from school.
One of the downsides of letting my kids navigate their own morning routine is that I have to witness the consequences of how they keep their schedule.
It is hard to count how many emails I have gotten from school about Oliver’s arrival time. First they were broad and kind, then slightly more specific, and now they are particularly pointed.
Frankly 7:55 is an improvement. It is probably as close to the start of school as he has managed in weeks.
It is an hour or so before the email arrives.
“Oliver continues to arrive early to school. The playground is not staffed until 8:00 am. No students can arrive before 8:00 except those having breakfast.”
In fact 7:55 is showing restraint. He would rather leave for school at 7:15. It takes all of his willpower to stay in the house. We live 15 steps from school. He estimates that it takes him five minutes to get there. It must be genetic.
- I have spent my entire life apologizing to servers that I have arrived at lunch early as they refill my water glass for the fourth time and we both watch the line at the host stand grow.
- I have stopped picking people up at the airport because I leave the house before their plane has taken off from the departure city.
- I am always the first to arrive at parties. Sometimes I wait in the car or on the porch until the actual party start time and still, of course, am the first guest.
- I wait outside of shops 30 minutes before their doors unlock. So efficient.
- I log onto conference calls before the host has joined. I fill the chat window with greetings as I wait, and wish there was a delete button.
- I show up for talks and seminars before the last section has wrapped up. I stalk them and make an entire room of people uncomfortable with my half apologetic, half accusatory looks.
- When I am the one to cook dinner it hits the table by 4:30. Kidding. 4:15. Which is ALMOST dinner time on the East Coast.
- I arrive at will call before they have the tickets sorted and stand in the chilly air, shifting from foot to foot as the attendant rushes through her opening tasks. Then I get my ticket and wait 1.5 hours for the show to start and am exhausted and ready to leave by the third song.
- I light the candles for a party 2 hours early, and have to replace votives before the guests arrive. Sometimes twice.
- Ditto for the ice bucket. I would like to fill it at 10:00 am. But even I have learned that I really shouldn’t fill it until 2:00pm.
- I stand, overheating in my winter gear, for 25 minutes as my younger son gathers snacks and sharpies for whatever we are doing. Luckily I have a red-faced, sweaty Oliver to keep me company.
- I pressure the boys to start the Lego advent calendar the day it arrives. In early November.
- I give people presents as soon as I buy them. Fun for everyone. Except when the birthday rolls around and they open the socks and we reminisce about the fun stuff they got three weeks ago.
Which is my mantra for life.
I think Oliver agrees. He was born at 33 weeks. He probably thought it would take seven weeks to exit the birth canal. Better early than sorry.
What about you? Do you catch a lot of worms?
Have I been the first to arrive at your house or somehow made you feel guilty for being on time?
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