One Year Closer to Dying

A delightful end to a crazy afternoon:  I am tucking Wm into bed this evening and he goes, "I can't wait for my birthday!"  Then a pause, and he says, "But...this is one year closer to dying." Cheery little fellow.

Going back a bit, this afternoon blew.  Our department chair took us to lunch at Bravo for Staff Appreciation Week. It was a late lunch and we lingered. The whole Bravo lunch thing threw me off and I was looking at my clock thinking it was 2, but it was 3. I realized at 3:18 that I was still at work and literally just grabbed my stuff, left everything on in my office and SPRINTED to my car. I drove home so fast I couldn't even believe it and got to Wm's school at 3:32. He was walking out and looking around the playground sort of confused/worried. I stopped in the middle of the street and screamed out the window "WILLIAM!!!!!!!" Luckily, he saw me and started to walk over, but the crosswalk lady screamed into my face, "YOU CAN'T PARK HERE!" So I drove up a ways and just pulled into someone's driveway and got out and flagged Wm down (who again didn't see me and was looking worried). As I crossed to get him, the crosswalk lady screamed from down the street (she was a real piece of work) "CROSSWALK! CROSSWALK! CROSSWALK!" I just waved like, "oh, hello, crazy person, I can't hear you...whaaaa?" and ignored her and got Wm and stuffed him into the car and drove home. I was all shaky and nauseous after the whole episode of nearly forgetting my kid. Wm, however, was unfazed as soon as he got home and got kettle corn.