Fashionably late

There are SO many things that one person could worry about in the world. Finances. Family. Remembering to feed your dog. Crazy People. Obviously, the list goes on.  But why, may I ask, do I have to worry about remembering my locker combination from high school? WHY? Out of every possible thing that I have to worry about and remember (and write down on a To-Do list, because I’m definitely one of those To-Do list people), WHY do I have to worry about this? This isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it’s unfortunately not the last. This is one (of two) recurring dreams that I have.  I’ll give you the short version of this dream, since, like the Zoolander movie that I mentioned before, I can tell you exactly how this one goes every time.  I know this dream well.  The 3-minute warning bell has just rung. I need a book from my locker.  I can’t remember the combination, and I can’t remember what cycle of classes today’s schedule falls on (i.e. we don’t have block scheduling, so we rotate the same 6 periods differently each day).  How stressful is that? Really!? I never finish the dream.  I never know if I make it to class on time or if I get a pink slip for being late.  The stress of the dream somehow wakes me up just in time to never know the ending.  I didn’t realize how much the 3-minute bell must have had an effect on me, because really, I’ve been out of high school now for 9 years!

Funny story… my mom sent me an email the other day to tell me that she loves my blog, but was glad she wasn’t in it that day.  Well, sorry mom, but I might have to blame this recurring dream on you. J We were NEVER late growing up.  We were one of those families that lived by the rule “If you’re early, you’re on-time. If you’re on-time, you’re late. If you’re late, don’t even bother showing up.” So now, present day, I’m completely annoyed by everyone’s tardiness.  Somehow this didn’t affect my sister. Sure, she can be fashionably late. I, on the other hand, cannot.  I mean, really, don’t get me started about that whole concept.  Fashionably late?! Please. If something starts at 7pm, I’m going to get there at 7pm. Why on Earth would I show up at 7:30pm? If that’s really what the invitee intended for me to do, then why wouldn’t they just put 7:30pm on the invitation.  And why does this only seem to apply to certain events? i.e. Our wedding invitation said 4pm.  Everyone was there by 4pm (except for a few stragglers, which I still know by name (and outfit choice)).  i.e. My husband’s employers says he has to be at work at 8am.  I don’t think it would be ok if he showed up “fashionably late” every day. I just don’t understand when you’re supposed to know when to be fashionably late. i.e. Is it ok to be fashionably late to class? Maybe we learned that on a day when we were late, and living by the cardinal rule, we didn’t bother showing up. But clearly, I must have missed that day at school. Otherwise, I could put this dream to rest. Ugh.