So, I was in the zone yesterday. I got up relatively close to on time and got the two high school juniors up and dressed and out the door. We raced over to my best friend’s house and picked up her daughter (also a junior) and dropped her off at volleyball practice. My kids and I drove as close to 15 miles per hour as 30 mph would allow, found a parking place in the visitors lot and raced inside to register them for school. “It’s next Tuesday, Mrs Mohamed,” said the security guard.
Damn. Me and my wishful thinking.