I blame the wife

The wife, the lovely, the missus, left really early this morning to go on a shoot (she’s directing a new show). I was in charge of taking the 6-year-old, Daniel, to school. No problem.

I thought the wife left at 8 AM when it fact it was 7 AM.

I staggered into the bathroom to shave and shower. I ate a bowl of Captain Crunch. I read the paper. I told Daniel to get dressed and brush his teeth. Then I panicked. I thought the time was 8:45, the time when the school bell rings.

Daniel and I jumped into the car and I noticed that there weren’t any kids on the street. Oh crap, we were really late—all of the kids were already in class! We got down to the school and there was only one car parked in front. Oh man, I thought, the wife is going to kill me for sleeping in and making Daniel late.

I told Daniel to run for it and he bolted through the front doors of the school. When I got back to the house I noticed that the clock in my car said 7:50 AM. I took the car to a garage the day before and wondered why the mechanics put the clock back one hour. Why were they messing with my clock?

When I got to work the doors to my building were still locked. The lights were off. My newspaper was on the ground outside the front door. That’s weird, I thought to myself. I’m never the first one here.

After my computer started up the first thing I noticed was 8:05 AM in the menubar. Panic set it. Everything started to make sense. I was an hour early. Oh man, I am not a morning person. I guess I owe an apology to Daniel. I wonder how long it took him to realize that his father is a loon and can’t tell time?

Posted in Personal at 8:45 AM