How many times does a person have to utter this statement before they get better at time management? In my case, the answer is unknown. In my defense, I came into this world three weeks late so when I say I was born that way, I mean it. That being said, I have been trying to get better. I used to be a half an hour late and now it's more like ten to fifteen minutes.
This past weekend, my girlfriend/sister Angie had her Minnesota wedding reception. She and her now husband Jon had a small ceremony in Florence Italy in May then organized a larger celebration in July. And by larger celebration I mean a picnic in Minneapolis on Friday night, the wedding reception at the Walker Art Museum on Saturday night and a pool party on Sunday afternoon. As you can see, they are serious party people.
On Friday night, my kids and I stayed at the picnic until 10pm. Their normal bedtime is around 9:00 so ten o'clock was not that late. The truth is, my kids have always behaved well after hours. I'm not sure why they don't fall apart like the average kid but they don't so I embrace my luck. Of course, I didn't want to push my luck the next day so we laid low to save our energy for the reception.
I know that my time management stinks, so I planned to be ready by 5:30 to make our 6:15 deadline. Well, getting two kids and a myself ready for a wedding proved to be harder than I thought so we ended up leaving the house at 5:45. The museum was about a twenty-five minute drive then we had to park and walk to our destination. Man, we were going to be late.
On a side note, when we arrived at the paybox parking lot, I heard a woman yelling, "ma'am! Ma'am!" I turned around to see if she was talking to me and she was. "I have a ticket that is good until tomorrow morning. Do you want it?"
"Of course I do! Thank you so much."
As the kids and I dragged our stuff to the museum doors I must have explained ten different times why we didn't have to pay for parking. My kids were very confused with the event that had unfolded.
"So we get to stay overnight?" asked my daughter.
"No," I replied. "Our ticket is good until tomorrow but we are going home tonight."
"Then why do we have a ticket that will let us stay overnight?"
"We could but we won't."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Hey, look kids, a horse and carriage." Thank you horses for saving me.
When we reached our destination, there was a woman waiting at the entrance of the reception hall. "Are you Angie?" she asked politely.
Oh man, I must be late if they are waiting on me. "Yes," I replied sheepishly.
"Well come this way," she said directing my kids and me inside. "Here is a closet for all of your things."
"Great. Thank you."
"And this is Sara from D'Amico's. She will be handling all of the catering."
"Hi, nice to meet you." Wow, what an introduction.
Then we walked into the modern reception hall where I saw the rest of the bridal party. I waved but my attention was still on host. "When would you like us to start serving the Champagne?"
I looked at her with my wheels turning. Oh, oops! I thought. Then I started laughing.
When the host approached me at the door and asked if I was Angie, she believed that I was Angie the bride, not Angie the late bridesmaid. I felt a tad bit embarrassed but ultimately excepted the misunderstanding as my punishment for being late, again.
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