In the days leading up to the tournament I received about eight texts about the times and locations of games and the changes of the previously stated times and the locations. I have an app on my phone with the schedule, a group text, a paper planner where I wrote all the times (in pencil,) and I had approximately five or six emails breaking down the schedule.
It is fair to say I was given ample information.
So obviously I told my whole family that our Sunday game started at 1:30.
What the hell?
See, I do this a lot. I frequently am off on a start time by thirty minutes or an hour for parties, dinners, games, meetings, appointments. Sometimes I show up at the end time instead of the start time, which is extra fun. It's like a little party trick I have.
But I missed the party because I decided it started at 3:00 instead of 1:00.
I'm that fun. Alex loves this about me.
I haven't always been like this. I used to be able to put an event on my calendar, check it the day before and properly register the start time and location in my brain, then the next day execute arrival more or less on time.
I also used to pee without anyone else in the restroom.
Those days are gone.
I assume it's the trauma of all the child producing which in turn creates all the chaos in my brain, but I could be wrong. I have several other excuses on any given day depending on what mood I am in. It might be Alex's fault (a timeless favorite,) the overuse of technology in modern society, my lack of a pretty white office, my lack of a manicure.
(It sounds like there couldn't possibly be a correlation to a manicure there, but you underestimate my power to draw connections where none exists. It's another gift of mine. It's more fun that the inability to understand the start time of an event and has fewer negative consequences since usually no one believes the conclusions I come up with, but I can do it.)
What usually happens when I screw up the time is that I just pick a new time that I believe the event should have been scheduled for in the first place.
For example, the game this Sunday would have worked a lot more seamlessly in to my family's schedule at 1:30 to give us plenty of time to return from church where we were praying for the bad people who scheduled the game at 1:00.
We missed a birthday party entirely because I remembered the invitation reading that pizza would be served so I told myself the party was from 5-7 instead of 3-5, because dinner time obviously falls between 5-7 and not 3-5. Who is making these plans? Why am I not consulted?
We can just say this is a quirk of mine and move on. I could devise a new system for remembering start times, though I usually feel extremely confident in the times I have in my head, until I learn they are incorrect.
Perhaps Alex should start double and triple checking invites and emails for all our events?
There isn't really a big takeaway from this post other than a general public service announcement that if you would like me, or a member of my family, somewhere at a certain time, it might be a good idea to text me an hour or so prior to the start time.
Also, that I make mistakes.
I might be annoying to make plans with these days.
That mistakes happen to everyone.
Love one another.
Including me and my late family.
See all those amazing connections I just made?