Below is the the email I just sent to my mother-in-law. She is coming into town to help us with our weekly Thursday afternoon/evening transportation gauntlet. Normally this would be me doing most of this with Mom stepping into the gaps. But tomorrow Mom’s employer has their annual employee recognition dinner. And dammit if Mom didn’t do something to get recognized. Upon learning this info I had a menu of options from which to choose to express my feelings:
1)The congratulations option
“Congrats! Can’t wait to go to the dinner. Don’t worry about the kids’ stuff, we’ll make it work. Get your Mom or somebody to help out with logistics. No problemo.”
2)The Are you f’ing kidding me option
“Are f’ing kidding me!? Three dance classes, an orchestra concert, a softball practice and a softball game all the same time and um, here’s an idea, let’s add a dinner that both of us have to attend so nobody is available to cart the kids around. How about that? Awesome. What is the freaking deal with everyone, and I mean literally everyone on the freaking planet scheduling stuff on Thursdays? This didn’t happen in the 80’s. Everybody was home watching Cliff Huxtable. Who, by the way, would not have put up this! Just because Thursday is adjacent to Friday on all calendars does not mean people have nothing to do. This isn’t college. Plus according to recent polling, Thursdays approval ratings are in freefall. Down there with Don Johnson’s music career and broccoli flavored popsicles. So, I mean aside from that, great job with the recognition dinner and everything.”
3)The conspiracy option
“Seldom do I believe that something nefarious is afoot. But there is simply no other rational explanation regarding the propensity for additional activities to be scheduled on Thursdays. Someone is behind this. Someone is maniupulating the whole system. Somewhere in the shadows exists a group that thrives on the stress and anxiety of parents. Big oil, the major car companies and Col. Sanders before he wents tets up could all be in on it! I mean that rumor about the ghost of the little kid in Three Men and a Baby turned out to be true…right? So we’ll go to the dinner but if we go to the bathroom and come back to the room and the place goes all Three Days of the Condor, well, I told you so.”
Anyway, here’s the email to my mother-in-law:
“Pick up Kinsey/Bailey from school at 4.
Bring girls home, get Bails changed into dance stuff and take her to dance by 4:45.
Leave dance and go to other dance to pick up Rye at 5:30. She’s never out to the car before 5:35.
Go back to first dance and drop Rye off at 5:45 and pick up Bails at same time.
Take Bails home, pick up Kinsey and get her to the 9th grade building at 6:00 or close to it for orchestra concert. You are probably going to be behind schedule at this point. So Kinz needs to be dressed and ready with all her orchestra stuff. Not sure how long this lasts, probably done by 7. Bails may need to bring her softball uniform/equipment with her to the orchestra concert and change in the car. Or you can leave her at home and pick her up after the concert. Either way we’ll have her uniform and equipment ready for her when she gets home.
Take Bails to her rec league softball game at 7:15. Game starts at 7:30 and is on the field right by the concession stand.
Rye is getting a ride home from dance at 7:30 so you don’t have to worry about that.
If the concert isn’t over by 7, you’ll have to bug out and take Bails to softball and then go back and get Kinz. The dinner is supposed to be done at 7 so we might be able to run to the orchestra concert and pick up Kinz if you’re already out at softball. But we’ll touch base at the end of the dinner.
Thanks for the help. Any questions, let me know.”
Seriously, I’ve had it with Thursday. It used to be so cool. Magnum, Seinfeld, $5 pitchers of beer in college. Thursday, what the hell happened to you?!