Yeah, as my friend Paul C. says, I am a major botch. Here’s the sad, sad story of my weekend.
Friday night we get to my parents in Goshen, IN. No problems so far. Molly is sick, but other than that we are okay. I help my dad move a couple loads from my childhood home to their new condo (it’s really nice, but it’s not home). So far, so good. Our plan is to continue helping move in the morning until about 10:30 and then take off.
Event number 1: Michigan changes to DST in the summer. Indiana doesn’t. Slight miscalculation on my part. Realize this Friday night, so it can be corrected, right?
Event number 2: I didn’t actually look to see where Ferrysburg is. I saw “Benton Harbor” on the invitation map and thought “Okay, north of B.H., no problem.” Except that it’s over an hour north of Benton Harbor. Hard to correct when it is 9:30 (Indiana time) and I am just getting ready to shower. So I’m thinking, “Well, maybe we’ll make it for the reception.”
Event number 3: Molly is really fussy, very snotty, and coughing. Not getting better. Elijah is really whiny and being very disobedient. Combine this with grandparents who are frantic trying to get everything moved out of my childhood home and into the new place by the noon deadline, and it wasn’t a good time to leave the kids with them.
Event number 4: Jamie caught a nasty sinus infection that blew up overnight and left her with a killer headache.
The confluence of these events left me with few actions that I could take without shirking my responsibilities as a husband, father, and son. So, I took the least desirable option (but, I think the right one) and stayed in Goshen. Trust me, I am filled with chagrin over the whole situation. I miss you guys, and to Nathan and Tricia: Congratulations and I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you. Happy Honeymooning!
Over and out,
The Botch