Once everyone was settled in at the meet, and I had a minute to think, I recalled another day when I'd overslept in a similar way, and suffice it to say it didn't end as well as today did. It was May 1984 and I had a VERY busy weekend. That Friday night I went to my friend Russell's senior prom. The next day, Big V and I, along with several other friends, went to Great Adventure. We arrived home MUCH later than we were supposed to, which I do admit was my fault; and my mom was none to happy with me. I was SO exhausted that I didn't pack for our choir tour which was leaving first thing the following morning. I went to sleep and woke up to a panicked call from my friend Melissa. She asked what I was doing because two buses of people were waiting for me so that we could leave for our choir tour. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" I had overslept, my school was a good twenty minutes away, no matter who drove and I wasn't even packed. I begged my mom not to make me go; but she was not so sympathetic and she ordered me to throw some stuff in a bag and get my ass in the car. I felt humiliated as we pulled into the parking lot and saw the two huge buses sitting there. I climbed onto my bus as mortified as could be. I tried not to look anyone in the face, for fear that they would give me the stink eye, or worse. I climbed into my seat, and tried to look invisible, but that only lasted a few minutes, because I burst out into a loud laugh when my friend Patti's mom asked "does anyone want something hard to suck on"? heck, I'm laughing about it now. How immature am I ? Before our choir director would allow the buses to pull out he insisted on making an announcement over the loud speaker, crediting me for our late departure and advising that at each and every stop we made, I was expected to be on the bus no less than ten minutes before everyone else. I guess that was a small price to pay, so I accepted my punishment without objection and the buses pulled out, for New Orleans.
I shared this story today with Lyndzi and Kelsie, sans the hard sucking candy part and I think that they felt bad for me. No need to though, because at least I can look back and chalk it up to experience. A bad experience, but an experience.
Our lateness didn't effect my kids at all. Both got to warm up on time, although Kelsie wasn't needed in the meet since the top eight swimmers were in attendance. Nicky swam his race and came in sixth, exactly where he was seeded, and I am delighted to say that he was very happy with that. I guess we really got through to him; an that for me is better than a first place medal.
Till next time...
Queen of EVERYTHING